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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

Within the sacred circle of battle, as the powerful werewolf and vampire faced each other, Derek's deep voice carried through the tension-laden air. He began by asking Mozan a pointed question, his eyes locked onto the chieftain of the Blood Tribe.


"Are you satisfied with the way things are in the Beast Empire?" Derek's voice resonated with a sense of conviction. He continued, "I'm certain that the Akuma tribe is not getting the respect it deserves. Why do you still fight for those who disrespect your very existence?"


Mozan's brow furrowed, caught off guard by Derek's direct questioning. He struggled to find the right words, the weight of his choices pressing upon him. 


"This is the way the world works," he finally replied, a hint of resignation in his tone. "The strongest decide what is right and wrong. I believe that under the Beast Empire, the Blood Demon Tribe will find an opportunity to change our standing."


Battling Mozan