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

In the blink of an eye, Duren and Derek closed the distance between them, the tension in the air palpable.


 With a surge of raw power, Duren launched a punch that carried such ferocity it generated shockwaves, rippling outward like a stormy sea.


 But Derek, his smile bordering on madness, sidestepped the devastating blow with uncanny agility, closing in on Duren with predatory grace.


Duren's instincts screamed at him, a primal sense of danger pulsating through his veins as Derek's hand reached out toward him. He could feel the malevolent energy emanating from Derek's palm, a harbinger of impending doom. 


In a split-second decision fueled by survival, Duren leaped backward, putting distance between himself and the looming threat, though the uncertainty of why Derek's touch spelled certain death gnawed at his mind.


"Didn't you want to take my life? Why don't you come at me now!" Derek roared like a crazed beast.


Scary till the end