Thrust into an enigmatic world born from bloodshed; venture inside its complexities, dark-side, and always changing nature. At the center, a boy; brought up by an exiled mage, steps into a life of independence. A test to try and change his life for the better after witnessing what war can do to a person. The walk towards finding a stable living gets toppled as a unique magical element awakens. Using people, toying with emotions, doing anything and everything to get what he wants, this is the life of the next Death Reaper. Mostly emotionless, life continues as questions about his state of mind and being remains clouded behind many personas.

This isn’t the story of a single man, it’s the story of a whole world. Read as the world builds itself from the ground up. Conspiracies, evil, the dark side of humanity. In addition, tis the start of a new age; the birth of monsters – a story depicting the tales of the first heroes and demons to ever exist. 

The Wielder of Death Magic isn’t a typical fantasy. The heroes don’t summon forth power from heroes of old, here, the characters are the ones who make up the myths and legends for the next generation. Amidst the turmoil, Staxius, he lives on, watching and waiting as the world grows. 

P.S, I’m not that normal of a writer, my advice is to not expect anything going into this world. Forget everything, I personally, don’t care about rules and limitations and what can be considered to be the norm – the characters are given life, the world moves on its own; I’m just a spectator. No plot, nothing planned, all that you read is the product of the characters moving and acting individually. As opposed to me subjecting them with my emotions, the connection is reversed. They are the ones who dictate the story (Believe it or not, that's the way I write) A world, a story, characters, and the foolish author; we all evolve as one. On behalf of the people mentioned above, thanks for reading, I appreciate it all.
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Cold air blew around the room. The customers paid no heed till a loud bodily mass hit the floor. It caught their attention; mainly the owner for she stopped her conversation and rushed. Rushed did she by the side of the would-be assaulter; if it wasn't for Avon, said body would have been hers. Though it raised commotion about how a man could have passed out, Staxius took all in hand and calmed their suspicion. He did a good job when covering for the man, neither did he look sketchy nor noncredible. Time was left to spare, the tailor edged him on taking the poor man to the hospice. "What about the dinner," he asked in a regretful tone, the lady replied with, "there's no time to waste. Take that man to the hospice, I'll give you my address; you can come once he is taken care of," she worried for the unconscious fellow. Staxius felt it, the pain when the sight of the man when he came into her view. "No use arguing with you is there," in the end, he chose to take the man to the hospital


Chapter 111 - Questions