Far from Nova Veritas City, deep within an old and dark green forest under the dim glow of the moon, a figure lay motionless beneath the cold earth completely surrounded by soil.
There was subtle tremor rippled through the ground. Soil causing it to shift, with its roots recoiled, and silence shattered as a skeletal clawed hand thrust upward. Its fingers covered with mud and decay grasped at the frigid air.
With a violent burst, the figure emerged, a grim silhouette against the moonlit sky. Hollow, lifeless eyes gleamed dead light as they gasped for air, they long-unused lungs protesting the intrusion of life.
They senses dulled by death, now sharpened with an insatiable hunger a hunger for vengeance because of it was the only thing engraved in they mind before death.
Slowly, they body began to transform. They skin grew back, even they eyes returned to a normal dark brown, and black short, messy hair reappeared. they stood at 5'6" tall lean but muscular.
His eyes widened when he looked down at his uncontrollably shaking hands. "I'm alive." he whispered, disbelief evident in his voice.
He remembered the last breath he took before his death...He was confused he didn't know such a sensation was possible in the world. And yet, as he faced the unknown, he couldn't determine if he should feel happiness or sorrow, for one thing was certain, with his death from the world, he possessed nothing anymore.
When he realized a shock hit him him followed by intense pain similar to all the pain of what he felt before he died.
"Ahh!"
He gripped his head tightly screaming into the sky clawing at his face from the pain. Memories flooded back torture, the mutilation of his body, the faces of those responsible for his death, and the image of his family being killed in front of him.
After a couple moment when the pain stopped, he remained gazing at the sky, he spoke, "I remember every scream, every drop of blood spilled by their hands. They thought death was the end for me, but oh, how wrong they were. Resurrected from the depths of darkness, fueled by the flames of vengeance, I rise. They will pay for their sins, for every torment inflicted upon my family, for every lie. I swear today to tear down their world as they tore down mine. No obstacle will stand in my way, no mercy will be granted. Their downfall is inevitable, for I am the harbinger of their destruction, and my wrath knows no bounds." His voice was weak but deep and terrifying sending chills through the soul of anyone who might have heard him.
The person behind all this was Daemon Corvus, despite his doubts when he had spend all his life in prison it was the same day and night there, thinking everything would be normal. But he always felt something was off, because with all the crimes he was framed with he shouldn't be alive.
But the same night his suspicions were confirmed when he woke up surrounded by multiple people who proceeded to inflict the worst upon him.
"Death, destruction, evil... in this world, it always overcomes good. Death was always meant for this world." Daemon muttered.
It was at that moment a white, glowing orb of light flew out from Daemon's forehead stopping Infront of him. Before he could comprehend what was happening a voice echoed in the air.
-From now on, you are the owner of the Killer System-
"Who are you?" Daemon shouted his eyes darting around in search of the source.
-I am in front of you-
Daemon looked back facing the glowing orb of light. 'Am I going insane? Did my brain get damaged? to much before death' he wondered. "Explain yourself." he demanded.
-No, you don't have brain damage. I am the Killer System here to help you get revenge and whatever else you want with your life-
'Can it read my mind? It sounded inside my mind and outside,' Daemon pondered.
-No, I can't read your mind, just your thoughts and feelings. Now back to how I can assist you. I will help you get revenge on those who ruined your life.-
Daemon stared at the orb with a cold gaze. "Really... the world doesn't work that way. These people have thousands of others protecting them." he remarked.
-Oh really? I do have a couple of features to help with that, like this one: Harvesting Fear and Pain. -
-Terror Extraction: I grow stronger when you instill intense fear in your victims before death. The more profound and prolonged the terror, the greater the boost to your abilities, and you can even gain new abilities. This can be achieved through psychological torment, inducing hallucinations, paranoia, and more. -
"So, you're saying I have to kill to get stronger?" Daemon asked.
- What, you don't have a problem with killing for power, right? -
Daemon ran his hand down his face, under his palm was a cold, evil smirk forming. 'Do I have a problem? Yes, I have a problem,' he thought before dropping his hand, his smirk vanishing. "My problem is that I won't have enough people in this world, good or bad. This will become the new me... my nature," he said in a deep tone.
-Good, I can already hear the evil in your voice-
Daemon watched the orb of light fly around before it suddenly stopped. He stood there, wondering why it wasn't doing anything.
-The God of Death, Azrael, has taken interest in your life-
"Who is the God of Death?" Daemon asked. Though he knew much about the world before his death, this was new to him. Since his arrest, new things had been appearing nonstop.
-This is another feature I have-
-The Pact: You can enter into a pact with either a god or a demon, each offering distinct powers and influencing you in different ways. The terms of the pact, powers granted, and consequences are specific to each deity or demon and tailored to your desires, personality, and life circumstances-
Daemon after listening to the orb explaining its feature he clenched his fist tightly. 'There are gods and demons in the world? But why didn't the gods do something about my life? Did they know and decide to do nothing?' he thought.
Demons and Gods their presence has long been shrouded in mystery... they are beings that know wield immense power, shaping the very fabric of the world, yet their motives remain elusive to mortals... even there are lesser being than them...the world never knew. Why there power have appeared in the world a couple of times?
However, while the lesser being are also strong enough to make someone with a god and demon power they have never been know to come out alive so why do gods and demon choose mortal?
-Do you accept The God of Death Azrael's, interest?-
Before accepting, Daemon questioned. "Is the God of Death powerful? Do you think I should accept?"
-Azrael is very powerful, one of the top five. I suggest you accept. They match your life perfectly and their powers will easily help you-
What is really the price for revenge?
After a few moments of contemplation he realized there no price anymore to him for power there no longer anything in this world that benefits him beside revenge. "Okay, I accept the God of Death's interest." Daemon responded
-Congratulations on gaining your first pact. Now it's time for your rebirth into a new mortal-
Daemon clenched his fists he was feeling the heavy weight of his past and thirst for revenge. "Accept my power, Daemon, and become the harbinger of death," a voice echoed in his mind different from the system, filled with evil and death.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, allowing himself to be enveloped by the darkness.
Subconsciously he slowly began to extended his hands forward and began to feel a cold, mysterious energy flow through his veins. The ground beneath him trembled as tendrils of dark mist spiraled up from the earth, wrapping around his body like serpents.
A searing pain shot through him, forcing him to his knees, he gritted his teeth refusing to cry out. His skin began to crack and darken, lines of black spreading across his flesh like the veins of a cursed tree. His muscles convulsed, growing and twisting with unnatural strength.
Daemon's eyes snapped open, glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light. His eyes were now a haunting, luminous silver with dark, almost black, pupils. He felt his bones shifting, elongating, and becoming denser. His body grew taller and more imposing, reaching 6'3", each movement he made was accompanied by a sound similar to grinding stone.
A cold wind swept through the air. Daemon stood, feeling the final vestiges of his humanity slipping away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of death and power, his hair that was once dark and unremarkable is now shimmering with streaks of silver and black, constantly tousled by an unseen wind. Some strands fell over his forehead, partially obscuring his intense eyes.
His transformation complete, Daemon took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his new existence. He was no longer just a mortal man, he was the embodiment of death. The night was his domain now, and he would bring death to those who dared to stand in his way. The God of Death's power was his, and he would wield it with a vengeance.
-Congratulations, Daemon-
'I feel full of power, but how will I get revenge now if I don't know where I am? and how to start, then there, should I use my powers openly to achieve my revenge, or should I conceal them' Daemon thought looking around.
What are now the consequences of using my powers?
This was the first time Daemon felt uncertain about his transformation. Before he sensed a loss of his humanity, what cause the removal of humanity is it no longer the care or is the removal of yourself.
Yet he wondered how much further it would go. Despite his resentment towards humanity for not aiding him, he neither felt sad or happy, because one thing for sure being in the world no longer had anything for him.
-Daemon, as a warning, while you may have death's power, you are still weak. Your body isn't accustomed to it yet, and there are strong people in this world-
Daemon walked forward taking in the system's words but he was mainly focus on how he needed to find out where he was, so he moved through the forest. As he walked, he heard a loud roar vibrating through the trees.
He turned towards the sound. 'Wherever that roar came from, it wasn't a animal... I have a lot more to learn about this world,' he thought.
After a few minutes of walking, Daemon arrived at what seemed to be a village.