4.74Nearly a millennium ago, the whole world was plunged into the depths of despair. The Apocalypse. The world was filled with seas of dead bodies, overriden by demons, and what was left now was nothing but the fallen ruin of civilisation. The world was riddled with the Undeads, zombie-like spawns born from the blood of those who died in the Apocalypse. Kingdoms were forced to retreat behind forged walls, and those who were unfortunate enough to be left behind... Well, they turned into savages who could not conform to the norms of society. Rain, a boy freed from the shackles of slavery, has been shackled with an all-new set of chains. This time, through a Contract formed with none other than the Grim Reaper himself, for the sole purpose of exacting his revenge on the killer of those he loved most: The Dark Marksman. As Rain continued to make his way through the wasteland that was left of the world, he slowly got closer and closer in finding out the true identity of his sworn nemesis. But little did he realise that he himself was slowly turning into the thing he hated the most.
She was there, standing bathed in blood amidst the silenced battlefield. The youngest mortal that wished to be beheaded met the death itself before her along with the dragged scythe on its back just as exactly as the tale worded. It was the only atonement she could think of. Until the cloaked skeleton that serves death voiced the first words that entangled their fate together into a thousand lifetime, "The thousandth soul." Slow, low and languid it uttered. "A rickety child of battlefield in human morass. Let thee be the reaper of thy death." Just like that, the eight year old girl's fate has been sealed. ---
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