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

As they reached the entrance of the ancient temple, the colossal gates stood before them, imposing and grand. Sol, with a sheepish smile, approached the gates, his hand reaching for the lion head doorknob. But the moment his fingertips grazed the metal, an eerie energy surged through him, sending a shockwave of surprise across his features.

His attempt to retract his hand proved futile as an unseen force seemed to bind him to the door. Sol's eyes widened in astonishment, his usually composed demeanor giving way to a rare display of vulnerability. He grappled with the invading power, swiftly channeling his own energies to counteract the destructive force.

Struggling to contain the foreign energy, Sol maintained his calm facade even as cuts marred his hand, blood seeping from the wounds caused by the ominous connection to the gate. His silence spoke volumes, an unspoken acknowledgment of the danger that had befallen him.

Ancient courtyard