S3cond Ch4nce

﹂----------Ch4pter 1----------﹁

Michael Armani was born in the United States in Atlanta, Georgia, his parents were deceased, and he was adopted by a single woman. He spent his childhood and adolescence mostly on the streets.

At 14, he formed a friendship with a famous producer in his city, there he learned to program beats.

By 2010 and at the age of 24 he was a famous and respected producer in the industry.

Despite his success as a producer, Michael's true and main yearning was to be a rapper. Although he had been working on his rapping skills long before he began serving as a producer, it was a challenge for Michael to be embraced and accepted by others as a rapper, and he struggled to get a record deal. Several record labels ignored him because to them, he was just a producer. After multiple meetings with record labels, Michael was denied a contract.

When Michael returned home after the frustrating meeting where he was denied a contract, he was filled with anger and disappointment. In a desperate attempt to escape reality, he pulled out the drugs he had in a section of his house and began to use quietly. The feeling of euphoria and the emotional anesthesia they provided made him forget, at least temporarily, the bitterness he was feeling.

However, a call from the record label, asking him to come to the offices right now that the president wanted to talk about the contract again, Michael immediately agreed and grabbed his car keys.

His decision to drive in that state was a dangerous combination. As he drove down the dark, rainy road, his blurred vision and impaired reflexes were not enough to maintain control of the vehicle. In an instant, the car slid off the road and spun several times before coming to a stop.

When Michael regained consciousness, he was trapped inside a twisted jumble of metal. The rain continued to fall relentlessly as he struggled to breathe. Fear and remorse washed over him. He realized that this was probably his last breath, he was only 24 years old, and he was about to die in a shitty accident.

As Michael struggled to breathe, a strange sense of peace and calm came over him. Accepting his impending fate, he closed his eyes and let himself drift into the darkness that hovered around him.

Instead of experiencing the end, however, Michael was caught up in an inexplicable experience. A mysterious force gently lifted him from the twisted jumble of metal and transported him to an unknown location. When he opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by neon light.

An ethereal figure approached him. It was a mad, unbridled presence, radiating an evil energy. The figure spoke to him in a powerful whispered voice, offering him a second chance to make amends for his mistakes and achieve his goals.

"Who are you, why have you given me this second chance?" asked Michael, looking at the ethereal figure calmly.

"I am the Covenant," replied the ethereal figure in a breathy but powerful voice. "I have seen your suffering and your desire, and I have decided to grant you a unique opportunity to right your wrongs and achieve your goals."

"And what is the price of this second chance?" inquired Michael, feeling a mixture of hope and caution.

"There's nothing you can offer me, so there is no price," said the ethereal figure with a crooked smile. "I'll also give you something you'll like, and your success is guaranteed with such a gift."

"Heh, thank you Pact," Michael thanked, with a slightly odd smile.

He knew there were some intricacies he didn't know about, but he didn't really care.

He wasn't 100% sure, and there was nothing he could do, and he wasn't interested in beings beyond his comprehension either, he was only interested in music.

The ethereal figure watched Michael with an intrigued look, but did not comment on his attitude. "This then shall be our farewell, Michael."

The words echoed in the air as the ethereal figure prepared to leave. Michael felt a mixture of gratitude and relief at the impending farewell.

"Thank you for everything, Covenant. While I may not fully understand your intentions, I appreciate the opportunity you have given me. I hope our paths do not cross again." Michael nodded gratefully toward the figure.

The ethereal figure nodded solemnly, its eyes glowing with an eerie intensity.

Everything went dark again and Michael lost consciousness.

When Michael regained consciousness, he was in an unfamiliar place and enveloped in deep darkness. There was no trace of the ethereal figure or the neon light that had surrounded him earlier. Confused and disoriented, he tried to orient himself in the gloomy surroundings.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Michael noticed a faint light emanating from afar. He decided to follow that glimmer of hope, feeling that it was his only way out of that strange place.

As he moved forward, Michael was deep in thought. He wondered if the ethereal figure had been real or just a figment of his imagination. Had it all been a dream or a hallucination caused by the accident? Uncertainty was weighing on his mind.

Finally, after a long walk in the gloom, Michael emerged from the darkness and found himself in front of a glowing door. The light coming from it enveloped him with an aura of peace and rebirth. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and ushered in a new beginning.

The blinding glow enveloped him completely and, at that moment, Michael felt he was leaving his old life behind and embracing the opportunity to forge a new destiny.

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