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Paragon of Death

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..."

3_Sins_Studios · Fantasy
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691 Chs

I Am God

The atmosphere around the dwarf army had grown tense as they stood at a distance from the Khan tribe, their war machines rendered useless by the narrow pathways leading to the village. But the unexpected turn of events was far from over.

As the seconds ticked by, a thick, ominous fog began to seep out from the dense forest that enveloped the Khan tribe. The fog was heavy and seemed to roll forth with a purpose, its presence shrouding the surroundings in an eerie haze. The soldiers of the dwarf army, already on edge, exchanged uneasy glances, uncertain of what was happening.

Among them, Duren Than, the leader of the army and the brother of Eldor Than, who had led the previous ill-fated attack and met his demise at the hands of Derek, stood with a deep frown etched on his face. He watched the advancing fog with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. It was an element that he hadn't accounted for in his battle plans, and he couldn't afford to underestimate it.