Prologue

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There were voices echoing all across the room and he was the only one tied up to a chair. He is the center of attention. Not that good kind of attention though. Death threats are cast upon him.

     "Burn him to death!"

      He is not terrified of the death threats. He did the best. He did what he had to do even though it violates the laws and rules. 

    His blood is splattered on the ground. Bruises all over his body. He can't even move an inch. One more move and he'll sure be dead soon. The punishment that were given to him is way too strong. Beating, poison, spell. How much do the never end torture that he need to endure? 

     "Silent."

     The angered crowds were silenced with only a single word. Calm but yet threatening. It was non other than the Death himself. He walked toward the criminal. Everyone can sense the dreadful aura coming from him. No one ever knew how he looks like. His appearance was always covered by the long black cloak of his.


  
 "My lord, he done such heinous crime. He deserved to be put in a death sentence and never to be reincarnated again."

   The criminal however just waiting for the fate that will be given to him. He closed his eyes in pain. Still grieving about his mistakes although he knew he tried his best.


     As the punishment was given, he was too weak to even to open his eyes. His vision was blurry with all the people starting to argue again. The noises started to fade away. The last thing he knew before he closes his eyes, The Lord walking away in despair.

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