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 carriage rattled along the cobblestone streets of the capital, the cityscape blurring past as Sol, Alex, Lu Jin, and the old butler rode in silence. Sol, despite his battered state, sat with an air of quiet resilience.

Alex turned his gaze towards Sol, concern etched into his features.

"Why not heal yourself, Sol?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine concern for his friend's well-being. "You've shown your strength. There's no need to endure this pain."

Sol met Alex's gaze with a wry smile, the lines of exhaustion etched upon his face softening momentarily.

"My soul has suffered damage from my encounter with the old gods," Sol confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness. "It's best I refrain from using my powers unless absolutely necessary."

The unexpected response startled Alex, Lu Jin, and the old butler, their surprise evident in their expressions. None had anticipated Sol's explanation for his refusal to heal his wounds.

Laying Low