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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Date 6th of July – News headline *Kreton Cult's Massacre* 


The moment of truth came to pass. Staxius in the presence of a special unit of the Public Safety, allied themselves with the media for a singular goal. The latter being the destruction of any roaming cult. The village elder of Earn was trialed in the court of Elendor to be sentenced to death. Death by hanging on the 6th. Crowds of people came in stride to the high-prison of Lazuli. Built into a crater of a meteorite that fell many decades ago, the protection of the sides sufficed. 


 'The matter is resolved.' The man responsible sat on a beach chair peering over the pool. Lord Elon wasn't discrete for he'd rather swim than to be locked in the study. Giggles and laughter came for the pool wasn't empty, no, far from it, ladies, mainly girls who had just reached adulthood wearing bikinis and skimpy outfits. They worked hard to entertain the lord as he was, the Overlord. Alison stood beside waiting and watching like usual. 


Chapter 444 - Lord Elon's decision