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

Damon gasped as he forced his eyes open, feeling a throbbing pain in his head. He blinked several times, trying to adjust to the bright light that filled the room. He found himself in a lavish chamber, adorned with exquisite paintings and elegant furniture, but strangely devoid of any other occupants. As he attempted to sit up, he realized his body was wrapped in bandages, each movement sending a jolt of pain through his nerves. He groaned, feeling every inch of his body ache.


Flashes of his fierce battle with the assassin invaded his mind, making him wince and instinctively shield his face with his hands. The memories were clear and disturbing, reminding him of the peril he had faced and the injuries he had inflicted on himself.


"Ow!" Damon exclaimed involuntarily, his headache worsening as he shifted his position. The pain was intolerable, and he wished for some relief.


Chapter 402: Doubt