This is the story of Alex Rutherford. He was known by many names among his peers, 'Yama'[The God of Death] or 'Asura'[The Devil himself]. NO one dared to approach him. He was the god of killing, without any emotions. Every life he took was just another assignment for him... Every life he took was just one more number added to the count... Every life he took was to reach a certain someone... "Please spare me, I will give you as much money as you want". A man pleaded. "Sorry but you have already paid me, by becoming my target," The young man said while fidgeting the dagger in his hand. Splash... The dagger in the young man's hand, slit his target's neck. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But what will happen, if he suddenly lost his memory? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now he is adopted by a couple. He has a job, friends and a peaceful life. He does not remember anything about his past life. "Alex, why are you at home on Sunday morning?" a woman asked Alex. "What happened, mom?" Alex said while playing on the console. "Get out of the house and find yourself a girlfriend". "Why?" Alex asked lazily. "If I don't see you bring a girl to introduce to us within a week, I swear I will...will... I will throw that stupid game of yours" the woman said, pointing towards the gaming console in front of her. "Mom, where are my clothes?" Alex asked ready to find a girl. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Will he be able to continue living like this? Will he remember his past? If so, will he return to his old ways, or will he use his skills to help the people around him? What will happen when his past comes haunting him?
I'd appreciate if you write a review and let me know what I can improve on so that I can write a better story. The story will be a fan-fic of Harry Potter . He was with him when he found the sorcerer's stone, he was there when he faced the one who must not be named, but he was not known by the Populus. Only a few knew about him but this was also what he wanted. Story of a boy who was stronger, more talented and reliable than the famous Harry Potter P.S. No offence to J.K Rowling you are one of the best writers of the era this is just a fan-fic. Note: The cover is not mine and if you want I can remove it. Update: 3 chapters a week (Monday-Wednesday-Friday) Like what you read? Support us :https://www.paypal.me/bababakchod discord: https://discord.gg/vMRVyWE https://www.patreon.com/bababkchod
The World was peaceful, everyone enjoyed whatever mother earth had to offer, and they were content with it. But it was not long before someone felt threatened by the increasing power of a certain race. There was another race which was hit by the crisis of their depleting resources, their population grew exponentially. Both of them felt they were superior and deserved to be treated that way. They joined hands, and their target was a certain race which was living peacefully in one of the corners of the world. They were not even aware of the crisis which was to fall on them. Three hundred years passed by and the demon race which was banished declined to it's lowest. But fate had something stored for them. When they thought everything was over for them a child was born into their race. He was different from others, he was not going to leave himself in the feet of fate, he was going to fight his fate and create his own marvels. He left his home, his parents and his people, to explore the world and find out the real reason behind the war, which took everything away from them. The reason why they have to live in that godforsaken land when everyone else enjoyed the resources which were meant for them. On his journey, he was accompanied by his daemon kappa, a sly dragon not more than a foot long. They continued their journey and went to different races which were affected by the war and now lived a miserable life just like them, in constant fear and oppression. These were the races which once lived a proud and happy life but now they are nothing more than slaves.