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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

As Damon stepped foot into Cadelis, the sight that greeted him was nothing short of horrifying. The state of the city was far worse than he had been informed. Ruined buildings stood as haunting reminders of the once vibrant and prosperous place it had been. Military checkpoints dotted the landscape, serving as grim reminders of the ongoing conflict that had ravaged the area.


His heart sank as he witnessed the plight of the city's inhabitants. Starving children with sunken eyes and frail bodies wandered the streets, their desperate cries for help echoing through the chaos. Damon's usually composed facade faltered, and he felt a surge of emotions threatening to burst forth. This was not the kind of chaos he was accustomed to as a demon lord. This was the raw suffering of mortals, and he found it deeply unsettling.


"What the hell is this?" Damon hissed under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of anger, frustration, and sympathy for the people caught in the crossfire.


Chapter 393: Reality of Cadelis