Crypthh

I was always alone, throughout my life. People looked at me with disdain because I was an orphan without parents. Constant abuse followed me everywhere. I lost touch with how to interact with others. 

With each passing day, I grew more distant from my emotions until I scarcely recognized myself. The warmth of family and friendship felt foreign to me. 

In the end, I snapped, and I became what I hated the most... something that wasn't human anymore... something that shouldn't have been born...

That was until I was reincarnated as Lucas Nightstar, granted a second chance at a happy life with a loving family. Now, I would do anything to protect them, live my life to the fullest, and was willing to destroy anyone who dares stand in my way of my newfound peace. Yet...

Little did I know what fate had in store for me.
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Rise of the White Devil

The Night Stalkers building was 4 stories tall and quite wide as well. The members currently inside were all working diligently with paperwork, multiple receptions set out front for clients willing to hire their services.

It was evident that the Night Stalkers, despite their questionable name, were quite popular, judging by the long lines outside waiting to enter the building.

Yet, for some reason, the Night Stalkers would only be accepting requests later today, making everyone wait in line to be the first.

What most outside didn't know was that inside this guild, every single person who worked there was part of the Voidwalkers.

Everyone there was of lower ranks than the sovereigns.

"Why do you think they are opening later today?" one possible future client said to another waiting in line.

"Don't know, something must have happened, I presume," the man answered, confused as well, before another chimed in.

The Black Market [3]