Paragon of Death

Chapter 2: Damon

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…"

Huff!

Huff!

Damon sat up with a face covered in sweat. He was a youth barely up to twelve years old with slightly pale skin color and short black hair. He was still dressed in his rags and filthy clothes, staining the filthy ground he laid on.

A foul smell penetrated his nostrils, causing him to cover them only to realize the body laying on his chest had gone rotten with crows chewing off it!

Bleegh!

Damon threw up and shoved the body off his body in fright. He quickly stood up and ran through the alley without turning back. Surprisingly, his weak body was full of energy and he ran faster than ever before!

Damon's vision blurred and all he could see was the exit ahead of him. For some reason, every other thing was blocked out as he dashed out the alleyway, and only then did he stop running.

Huff!

Huff!

Huff!

Damon fell to his knees as he began gasping for air. His head felt shaky and his body seemed too weaker than usual. He felt a strong sense of hunger invade his skin, making him shiver terribly but then sounds of metal clapping together reached his ears.

Clank!

Clank!

Clank!

Damon looked up only to see street guards racing towards him from the alleyway. At first, he was confused and didn't know why they were approaching but since he was too tired he didn't bother running.

<<If you wish to die a second time stay here! Don't you dare forget that your sister's corpse is in there… they must have found it and saw you running so they assumed you are the killer! Run boy!>> A sinister voice erupted in his head.

It wasn't as gentle as the one he listened to in his dream. Damon gathered what was left of his strength and started dashing! At first, he looked sluggish and it seemed they would catch up to him but slowly his body became more steady as he ran faster.

Once again his vision blurred and all he could see was what was in front of him and nothing else. Damon ran through the street and into another alleyway in a flash, shocking those on the streets.

"Catch that murderer!" The captain of the guards cried out with his round belly jingling while he ran.

He soon stopped, gasping like a dying pig while the other guards ran past him.

Meanwhile, Damon was thrilled. He moved so fast that it seemed like things slowed down in his eyes. He soon made it out of the alleyway but then his gaze shifted to the side as something huge he couldn't ignore reached his eyes!

"Fuck my life" Damon muttered as he saw a horse dragging along a rather fancy carriage behind it.

He lost focus for a moment and tripped. Rolling on the ground severally before finally stopping and spitting out some specks of blood.

His lips were busted open and he had an injury on his head which he bleed from. The horse cried out loudly and stopped while guards dressed in better armor ran forward with their weapons raised, 15:19

surrounding the carriage while some approached the fallen Damon with their weapons raised.

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'Another noble? You guys killed my parents and took my sister away from me, now you want to kill me for blocking your path? Hehehe! This life is so unfair' Damon chuckled bitterly as he watched the guards approach.

It's not uncommon for a peasant like him to be killed on daily basis for blocking the path of a noble. He awaited his fate and for some reason, he didn't seem scared of death. He had experienced it once and was scared of experiencing it for a second time.

He gazed at the guards with defiant eyes and a cruel smile on his face while silently taking a secret oath.

If reincarnation does exist!

If there is a second, no a third chance at this crappy place called life

He will make all of them pay!

"It's the murder! Kill him!"

The guards chasing after him soon emerged from the alley just to see Damon on the floor and a guard approaching with his weapon raised. They weren't even eager to find out if he is the one responsible for his sister's death, they just wanted to pin the blame on him, execute him and end this silly case that isn't worth their time.