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Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason.

My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone!

No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides

Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation?

Who would want to return to this crazy world?

"It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me.

I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

"Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world?

"Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

"You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart.

My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me.

"Call me Death..."

Paragon of Death

Sol stood in the skies with his cold gaze pinned at Raizen below. He seemed to ignore everything else and focused on the figure below.


"The old gods, cosmic spirits, and Ancestral dragons were still able to find a way to bypass the reincarnation process for two of my allies. Since their consciousness must have been lost in whatever scheme they had, it's only right for me to claim their power" Sol spoke in an emotionless tone as he gazed at the figure below.


"Damon?" Elsa muttered but her eyebrows were squinted as she felt something wrong about the man standing above them.


He looked like Damon and even the injuries he sustained were there and still healing yet he gave off such a strange aura that made her doubt him.


Gin and Cyrus stopped battling Raizen as well while gazing at the figure above. They could tell this was Damon's body but they could feel something seriously off about his existence and demeanor.


Chapter 183: Sol