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<p> Having woken up under the overgrown soil of the earth, he no longer walks among the living. Boundless hatred and curiosity is the only driving force of his existence, which he knows no point of. What is there to do when you no longer tire, hunger and thirst? What is there to wish when you no longer dream and desire? What's the point of this immense jealousy pulling at his non-existent heart? Like a carrot in front of a mule, dangles the faraway tale of his past, never giving a concrete answer and toying with his torn soul. </p> <p> Why should <i> they </i> still walk, spoiling the limited beauty of this world, as they look down upon me? Be it demons, dragons or humans. Come. . . Come to me and jump into the fire. Join me on this shrouded path of the unknown as I break open the secrets of the world and crumble the foundation of life itself under my grasp. </p> <p> </p> <p> Bend your knee and heed the call of that who has arisen. Break what binds you to this earth and join me in unlife, for I am, the Lord of Undeath. </p> <p> English is not my native tongue, so I hope that all of you, who will decide to follow me on this epic (hopefully) adventure of life and death, will be forgiving and supportive of my mistakes. I'll try to upload at least once a week, but considering this is my first story it might not happen. We'll just have to live and see. </p> <p> Storywise, this is very much of a first draft, so I don't know where it might lead to. Some things could change at some point (if I ever decide to rewrite this), but I will try my best to do it <em> mostly </em> right the first time. I'm motivated to write the story to completion, but it might take a while as the end goal is... ambitious, to say the least. Advice, recommendations and ideas are very welcome, criticism as well, though do try to be constructive. </p> <p> p.s I do not own the cover. If the artist wishes for me to remove it, I will. </p>
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