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 entire area began trembling as Dûrok glared at Derek with murderous intentions, his fists clenched and eyes blazing with fury. The thick fog turned to thick black volcanic ash, drizzling from the heavens, but even this couldn't shake Derek's resolve.

"Don't worry, old god, we will get the chance to kill each other. The destruction of the dwarf empire is for my people, but your demise is what I really look forward to." Derek snarled.

"Blasphemy! Such bold words should not come from the lips of a man who ran from the Goddess of life. You are nothing but a child scared of Temples!" Dûrok mocked, causing Derek's frown to deepen.

"Don't worry, old man, this little child will take your life within whatever magnificent temple the dwarves have set up for you. I just hope that when the time comes you will man up and fight this God!" Derek said as his eyes lit up.

Change is constant