Chapter 1300
Chapter 1300
Who decreed that one was dark and evil if they were the master of Hell? For the living who had lived tirelessly, Hell was a place that would correct their wrongdoings and make them carry the burden of such mistakes. In the eyes of humans, Hell was a very terrifying place. This prejudice made it so that the God of Death was viewed negatively. This started at the origin of the world and has not changed despite many generations that have passed by.
Regardless, one person dared to plant and cultivate flowers in Hell. He also learned to sacrifice and care for others, eventually breaking the mold he was forced into.
This Pillar was not created out of the blue. It had existed since the beginning of time. Anyone could obtain it as long as they met the conditions. Alas, no one had been able to get it until now.
Chaos often sighed at this as he watched over the beings who had become the God of Death. They grew incapable of change because of a stereotypical idea decided by someone else. Because of this, they were reduced to nothing but lonely beings left to guard the bottomless pits of Hell and forced to take on the title of darkness and evil.
Now, the man who had broken free from this concept had finally found his real name. He was no longer the God of Death but the Pillar of Life and Death—the Pillar that governed over Life, the beautiful path one traversed throughout one's life, and Death, the resting place at the end of that path.
Flowers continued to bloom in that sanctuary, that final resting place. The once desolate and dreary Hell was filled with flowers, butterflies, and bees. Even trees began to grow and purify the once stale air in Hell.
Those whose bodies had grown rotten and smelled putrid turned into Hell Horses, carrying flames that would burn forever. These Hell Horses neighed loudly as they showed off their beautiful manes as if they were alive.
“Hihihihihihing!”
The Knights of the Dead, the Undead Kings—these were the terrifying names that the Death Knights carried. And these very same Death Knights were also transforming. Flesh once again covered their bodies, and their once-empty eyes were filled with emotions.
All of them stood in this sanctuary, this final resting place.