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 rumbled through the lonely forest, its wheels creaking along the uneven path. Inside, Sol sat with a furrowed brow, his gaze fixed on the passing trees as they blurred into a mesh of greenery outside the window. Alex and Lu Jin remained composed, their expressions stoic yet contemplative, while the old butler fidgeted uneasily, acutely aware of the weight of the discussion.

Sol, deep in thought, broke the silence with a question that hung heavy in the air.

"What steps are necessary to dismantle an emperor and claim his throne?" His voice was measured, but the weight of the topic was palpable, causing a tremor of unease in the old butler.

The old butler's discomfort was evident as he shifted nervously, well aware of the gravity of such discussions, which could easily be construed as treason if heard by the wrong ears. His apprehension heightened as the carriage rattled on, the looming implications of their conversation weighing heavily on his mind.

Plans of Usurping the throne