3_Sins_Studios

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

The souls of the fallen gods seeped into Damon's body and his body released a terrifying glow while his power surged even higher. Charon was baffled at how quickly Damon was able to dispatch the two.


As expected the strongest deities in his world are the gods of Life and death. Feeling the rise in Damon's power left him enraged, leaving Damon with a cruel smile.


"I do not regret the path I paved for myself. I believe in my strength and you believe in yours. The truth will be revealed when one of us drops dead as your friends did." Damon hissed before springing forward with his death scythe in his hand.


As the clash between the old god of death, Damon, and the new God of Death, Charon unfolded, the atmosphere grew charged with an otherworldly intensity. The air crackled with anticipation as their powers collided, each determined to prove their dominance over the realm of souls.


Chapter 361