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 staggered back with calmness in his eyes as he looked around and began walking in the direction of the exit. His face carried indifference in them as he staggered forward seemingly ignoring anything.


Damon walked hundreds of meters with his injuries but never made a sound or let out a cry of pain.  His body was soon consumed by dark green flames as soon as he reached his limit, returning him to his original fifteen year old form with a feeble body dry, pale and trembling.


Damon fell on his knees breathing heavily as he tried to feel his limbs but he couldn't. The side effects of pushing his body to it's limit and beyond twice was something he wasn't ready for. While Damon's spirit may be strong enough to withstand such strains, his body was something else entirely different.


"Damon!" A familiar voice rang in his ears causing him to look up.


Damon seemed to be oblivious of his location, kneeling at the middle of the road with a tired look on his face.


Victory