Carrying Linda, he went to their spot from where he had made his 1st promise to her of not looking at the sun.

He laid her on the floor. He placed the necklace he made out of flower on her forehead like a crown and watched her.

He knew if he stayed in that village any longer then he would go on a killing spree, especially that women he and his sister called mother.

To him of the present, she was nothing but a wretch. He only stayed with her because of his sister.

It was only a few weeks after his sister died in his past life that he found out the truth.

If it wasn't because of that woman his sister could have maybe lived longer.

3 weeks from now, in my past life, that women started to approach me. It was then he realised that she married his father for him. It was sick and revolting to realise she had this kind of motive. The motherly affection I received from her was all lust.

Seeing that I was not being co-operative she tried to force herself. But she was no match for the hunter I am as I beat her to ground.

As she laid there crying I left the house. As I was about to leave she pleaded that everything she did was for me. She confessed to everything she did from not feeding my sister properly to abusing her.

She had claimed that my sister was the obstacle between her and my love and that's why she wanted her to die.

It was at that moment I realised it was only because of my sister that I was saved from sexual assault. I had thought I was protecting my sister all this time, but then I realised that it was my sister whose life was used to give me a wonderful life.

I left never to return amidst the pleading of that whore. From that day I started dancing with death.

A regret that always was inside me was never punishing that women enough for what she did to Linda.

But in a twisted game of fate I am now able to fulfil that wish.

I left there before that women could even confess to me. Knowing she wasted 14 years of her life pointlessly without even letting me know of her feelings, she will suffer in agony. There is no more psychological pain I could inflict on her more than this.

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Linda stayed beside brother and watched as he slept calmly.

She knew she was not of this world anymore and should pass on.

But she didn't want to leave her brothers side anymore.

Suddenly she watched how her brother woke up and looking around as if he was lost.

As soon as he saw her body he started screaming in pain.

Linda saw how blood was dripping off his nose. She tried to do something to help but knew there was nothing.

She hated this feeling of being weak and useless. For once she desperately yearned to be useful to her brother.

But there was nothing she could do.

Mother came in worried and left saying she would bring a healer.

She saw how her brother walked towards her body.

He started screaming "Why?!".

Linda could feel the anger and rage emanating through that scream.

'Who was brother so angry too?' She wondered.

Then she saw how after shouting at the healer and mother he left the village carrying her body.

Linda had given up trying to let her presence know.

She decided even if her brother doesn't realise it she will just follow him and watch over him.

She saw how brother placed the flower necklace like a crown on my head.

Soon she saw her brother gathering wood and stacking it on top of her.

Then he raised his hand and waved it in the air.

Suddenly flames sprung up on the wood and set everything on fire.

She quickly realised that her brother is a Magi, something that she yearned to be.

But why was he cremating her instead of burying her, according to customs and tradition?

She saw how tears dripped off his face as he saw her burn to ash.

She saw him wait and stay until only ashes were remaining.

Linda saw how her brother knelt down and collected her ashes and put it in his pouch. He then stood up and walked in the opposite direction of the village.

She didn't understand why brother wanted to leave the village, but she followed him.

Suddenly Linda found that she couldn't move from her spot.

She watched as her brother got further and further away.

She wanted to go after him. She tried shouting for his name.

She felt so helpless.

Suddenly darkness assaulted her.

She was surrounded by emptiness.

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Luke walked away from the village.

He had decided to cremate his sister because he knew of the war in the future.

He knew how easy it was for people to trace back to his origin.

He remembered how a certain necromancer had raised his sister and defiled her body with other undeads.

Although that was the end of that dreaded necromancer, he never wanted her peaceful rest being disturbed by any necromancer.

Besides this way, he could carry her with him.

After the chaotic day, he started thinking properly.

He knew there was some kind of purpose for him to be back here.

But what was it?

He remembered what his sister told him after his death, 'it's not time yet.'.

'What is not time yet? What did she mean by that?

Was she watching over him during his past life? Did she send him back? If so how?'

Many questions as such popped up one after another.

Suddenly he felt his heavy pouch getting very light.

A sense of dread filled him as he quickly opened his pouch to find that the ashes of his sister were not in there anymore.

There was no hole in the pouch neither was there any way the ashes could have left his pouch. So how did the ashes leave the pouch?

He suddenly turned around and started running in the direction of the cremation.

As he finally arrived at where he had cremated his sister, he at first saw nothing out of the ordinary, other than the floor covered in ash.

But something caught his eyes.

There were footsteps on the ashes. Someone had walked on the ashes barefoot.

He followed the footsteps to see where it was leading.

He was able to trace the footsteps to a river.

As the footsteps ended he saw something that shook him.

He bent down to pick up the item and felt the warmth emanating from it.

It was the necklace of flower he made for his sister, and he knew for sure it was his due to the way he tied it together.

She was alive?!

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She was disgusted at what that women she called mother had planned to do with her brother.

She was so ignorant and weak. She would have remained that way if she wasn't shown the truth.

She vowed to not remain like that again, ever.

The promise she made to that person for this new life; she will fulfil it at any cost.

But before that, she had something personal to do.

Her smooth black her waved through the air as she walked towards the origin of everything.

The place where their suffering had started. No, the place where his past and future sufferings had all started.

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Luke ran back to the village hoping what he guessed was just a false alarm.

He had been searching everywhere for where she could possibly be.

Luke knew better than anyone the power certain people possessed, and revival just after death was the least crazy ones.

Someone had revived his sister, but who and for what reason?

He knew for sure someone had revived her, as that could be the only possible explanation for the sudden disappearance of her ashes along with the perfect state of flower crown that was burned along with her.

While searching for her, he had seen the sudden flight of birds and wild animals. It was as if they were fleeing from a certain direction.

Looking at the direction they were coming from he concluded something was happening to the village.

This was not right. This didn't happen last time. What is happening?

Luke quickly made his way back to the village.

The gates were the guards were supposed to be was where flies had gathered.

The bustling entrance of his village were adults roamed was empty.

The corners where children's played was vacant and silent in their absence.

He weaved through the village pathway to his home and what he finally saw made him understand where the guards had disappeared to.

The very sight of this can make a normal person sick to the bones.

The path leading to his house was strewn with bodies of guards and their weapons. Their bodies were twisted like how one would twist clothes to get rid of water. Blood streamed from their bodies to the ground and gathered together in a puddle.

He didn't work in the torture unit but in the special ops unit. The most he did was slash, stab and sometimes magi spells to kill his enemies, and the battlefield he was in, everyone either died by magi attacks or physical attacks. So, the bodies he has seen on the battlefield was often less gruesome than this.

The times he had seen things this gruesome was when he went to visit the torture unit.

"Aha...aha...ahahahahaha! ...Ice...him..."Suddenly in a house close to him he started hearing laughter and murmuring.

He realised it was the house of blacksmith Joshua. He remembered Joshua as he had a son who he had personally killed in his past life. He had met Joshua's son in the army, a few weeks after he first joined the army.

Joshua's son was his superior along with being a fellow villager he wanted to show off to, he had started getting overly familiar with him. Seeing that Luke was ignoring him and not bothered about him and his achievement he had started to insulting his sister in the cafeteria by calling her a retard.

He didn't live to see another day as Luke made sure he granted him the most painful death there itself.

Even his superior couldn't stop the torture he inflicted upon his comrade. In the end, they had to evacuate the whole facility, until he finished his rampage on Joshua's son.

From that day onwards the whole empire realised if there was one person who they shouldn't insult in front of him, it was his sister.

He had hoped that he will meet his end that day, for the murder of a subordinate and a superior but unfortunately, his misfortune of good luck pulled him through on that situation as well.

He hesitated before slowly making his way there, while gathering the magi particle he had trained since his childhood for defence.

He opened the door to his house and the thick stench of blood assaulted him.

He walked inside after casting a barrier on himself.

He opened the door to the room from where he could hear the sound from.

"Ice...him...Hahahaha" He could constantly hear the murmurings of a man from the room.

As he opened the door what greeted him was the sight of a man writing on the walls. He recognised the man as Joshua.

Joshua's fingers were trembling as he wrote on the wall. The whole room was covered with the writings 'Praise him' in dark red.

He soon realised what Joshua saying wasn't 'Ice him' but rather 'Praise Him'.

As the ink ran out on his fingers Joshua dipped his fingers in the blood of his son's crushed body, before proceeding to write while laughing and repeating "Praise him."

Luke quickly shut the door and proceeded to walk out quickly. As he walked out he saw a woman crouched and huddled in a corner trembling. Upon a closer look, he realised her to be Joshua's wife. Her hair was a mess as tears streamed through her face while mumbling "Praise him."

Luke hurriedly left the house and made his way to his home between the corpses of guards and some villagers.

"...le ..the..ake...as...vied." He could make out that someone was singing inside his and his sister's home for the past few years.

He opened the door to see there were quite a few bodies of guards littered there. All mangled in together like a big ball of flesh.

"...cake...has...arrived..." He could hear the same voice singing again. But this time more clearly and he realised it belonged to that wretch of a woman.

Fearing the worst, he conjured an earth spike and held it out like a sword.

As he opened the door slowly he saw the women he called his mother sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall.

Her limbs torn apart and twisted beyond humanly possible, while few of her teeth laid on the floor in blood.

What has once been the most beautiful women in the village turned out to be the most grotesque being.

"Ohhh." She still seemed to be singing.

He walked in wondering how she was still alive and who did this?

He stood in front of her and looked at her lifeless eyes. She didn't seem to recognise him.

'I would say she deserved what she got, but what happened to the rest of the village.' Luke thought.

Finally, he managed to clearly hear what she was singing. "The apostle of the Fake has arrived. Ohhh."