Death, a beautiful entity and the final destination form of life. It is dispised, feared, hated and not accepted by any being.

[But I think of death as a glad awakening from this troubled sleep ,which we call life, as an emancipation from a world, which ,beautiful though it be, is still a land of captivity.]

My name is Luo shinki, brown-hair with green eyes. Lean figure ,a little fat with average looks and common skills that everyone has.

I was 33-years old, your everyday normal Joe with a strict yet loving father, a sweet and kind mother and a gentle and warm wife.

My father was a 64 years old retired army officer while my mother was 63 hears old government employ. Our family was just like any other family.

We laughed ,we played ,we cried ,we screamed ,we joked and most importantly .....we lived.

I had a loving family whom I cared for and was cared after. I had a job. What else did I needed, life was good enough.

I worked for [Apple] as their head of [Programming department]. The pay was good and so was the atmosphere around me.

Life was pretty nice but on that horrendous day it all came to an end ,when it all changed.

If you are reading this, the remember my name, about me.....the one who lost his everything, the one who was abandoned by everyone, the one whom existence even the world didn't acknowledge.

My past....you will get to know on this journey we are about to go. This story isn't about a man who had everything, who was blessed ,who was loved ,who was bestowed his wishes, who was given power.

No...this story is about me, my tale of hardships, pain, betrayel and most of all.... despair.

This time we won't stop, not until either they die or we do. This time it won't end like it did. This time they won't need to die. This time.....we will kill gods.

They can break us, torment us, make us feel despair, even kill us but...they wouldn't be able to stop us.

[It is always darkest just before the day dawneth.]

No matter how much darkness is there, no matter how much it hurts us. We will reach the end of this story so that the world will tell our fable.

[When it is dark enough, men see the stars.]

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[They say Men ablaze are invincible ,the stronghold of Satan is proof against everything but fire.]

Now here I lay on this scorched ground ,blood marching through out the place, away from this broken body of mine.

The horrifying scene in front of my eyes reminded me of the poem and stories where they described *Hell*. The vision of these had long turned red by the crimson flowing out of my head.

"WHY....???????"

The only question I wanted to be answered by this world who killed me, by those who abandoned me, and by them who grazed at me with those uncaring eyes and left me to die.

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Now my life is slipping away ,bit by bit I am breaking from both inside-out. The faint glow inside these unfeeling and indifferent eyes has fully diminished.

[Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.]

[Death brings eternal sleep ,Eternal youth ,Eternal silence and Immortality.]

"Looks like this is it ,the end of the road for me...."

My distorted vision turned blank, my body lost the last silver of warmth and life it held. I couldn't feel my body, my soul, my love, my destruction ,my agony ,my pain ,

.....my despair.

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I died...!!!!!!!

"*Huff* *Huff* *Huff*...These damned memories of past, keeps of playing in my head. Can't even sleep no more..." Muttered a young ,22-years old Man as he wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Silver long hair reaching till his waist, grey-eyes with the absence of emotions and care. Truly the eyes of the man who has nothing more to lose.

Exsiquite facial features with a well defined body. I had to say that this new body of mine is even better than the previous one.

I walked towards the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face to wash away the sweat beads formed after he woke up.

I looked at the moon in the sky ,walked towards the window and sat down gazing at the bright star filled sky unlike his heart which is absolutely contradictory to the former.

"I wish things could have gone differently than they did...*Sigh*." I said while remembering the past, remembering the time when this empty heart of mine had something inside it. Those days were good, it gave me hope ,it gave me strength, it gave me...love.

These memories were both hurtful and precious to me, if only we would have known 'that' would happen, if only....we were stronger.

[In the egoic state, your sense of self, your identity, is derived from your thinking mind - in other words, what your mind tells you about yourself: the storyline of you, the memories, the expectations, all the thoughts that go through your head continuously and the emotions that reflect those thoughts. All those things make up your sense of self.]

Instead of living in the past ,I need to live for the future after all there is still hope...hope to return to my world.

It is surely hard.....i don't even have my powers anymore ,all I have is this new identity and 'them'. After all I am not alone....not anymore.