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

The heavy wooden door creaked shut behind Alex, sealing the chamber in an eerie silence. He stepped forward, the weight of his proclamation lingering in the air like a foreboding shadow. Yet, as his gaze swept the room in a cautious farewell, a calmness suddenly seized him, an odd sense of being watched.

A figure stood by the door, clad in attire that bespoke centuries of authority and wisdom. Lord Alaric, the aged patriarch of the Luthar family, bore a countenance that mirrored an unyielding resolve, yet his expression held an unexpected serenity. Alex's eyes widened imperceptibly at the realization that Alaric had been present all along, absorbing every word exchanged between Alex and Reynard.

The old patriarch's gaze met Alex's, his demeanor unchanged by the weight of the conversation that had transpired moments ago. Alaric's voice, weathered yet resonant, pierced the silence. "Quite a revelation you've delivered, young Alex."

Alaric Luthar