There's an indescribable clarity flowing through my mind right now following the steady stream of blood flowing through my gut. Every single thing I'm seeing right now is heightened and sharp.

I'm aware of my own body in a way that I haven't been in years. I can feel the blaring thumps of my heart beating against my chest. There's a warm and nice feeling spreading through my liver.

I reached for where I'm stabbed and my hand just sinks in. I think my innards are hanging out. I'm about to die and nobody is going to save me. This is when the tears start flowing out. Stabbed in a prison kitchen. Would anybody even mourn me, remember me, look at my grave or would I just be shuttled off and given a standard grave?

I wish I did something with my life. Something meaningful, something important. Most of all, I just want my Mama. I want to snuggle up with her and just lay my head in her lap. I think all men think about their mothers when they're about to die.

I should've kept in touch with the twins, my younger siblings. Who knows where the government shuttled them off to while I was shooting, snorting, and smoking anything I got my hands on.

Anguish, pain, guilt, and agony flow around in my gut like a churning pit. That's when a little misty ball appears. My vision is blurry now and I think I might be hallucinating despite my clarity of thought.

Is that an angel? It has to be one. A pure white ball of mist with a purple dot in its center. I want to reach out for it but find that my arms have no strength.

It floats down like a cloud right into my eye and I die.

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I'm awake now, but I don't want to open my eyes. I don't want to wake up in hell though Lord knows I deserve it. I'm not the religious type but might as well make sure the devil isn't staring down at me. Though, I'm sure the devil has more important things to attend to.

I open my eyes and I'm on a giant platform of marble tiles. There are large circular pillars extending up to the sky. I feel as if they are holding up the sky or squiggly lines in the sky.

I grab at my chest, torso, liver but there aren't any cuts there. No warm sticky blood on my shirt. I get up and look around.

I'm in a small awning. There is a church-like building on the side and a medieval city extending out into the horizon. It would've been perfect if plumes of smoke weren't rising into the sky.

Houses were on fire and the smell of barbeque floated throughout the air. I'm alive! I don't where, how or what, the one thing I do know is: I got another chance!

All the regret, yearning, and sorrow from a few minutes(?) ago rushes at me but I push it away even though tears are welling up in my eye.

No regrets this time! I have to live my life this time!

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The Elder Lich had laid out a table for himself. It gave him a clear view of the city he was conquering. Most people guessed that liches were frail, rotting creatures that only had powerful magic. His giant frame covered in rock-solid muscles, a row of teeth made out of Ink-Jade, and empty eye-sockets said something else.

A vengeful ghost bound to him screamed in agony. There were a series of thwacks and the flaming heaps of stone were launched at the city. Rows of catapults were organized in front of the city in neat square formations.

He had his mages resting for now. His army was well-outside the city's range well outside, the range of arrows. The attack was progressing well but there was a problem.

Kane the Knight was rushing towards his location at the moment. She had dealt with his undead diversion faster than he'd expected. It forced him into a tough spot. It would take too long to sack this city and prepare the meal.

His ghoul deputy waited by his side, anxious for his next command. "Wake the mages up. We're launching a full offensive on the city." The Lich commanded.

"What about the meal, sir? If we go on a full offensive and kill them all how will we prepare it?"

"Kill or Cast Undeath on every single human you find. We'll obtain the meal in Kane's birthplace." His tone marked the conversation's end.

Things clicked for the deputy at that moment. His master intended to drive the humans up to Fort Kane and starve out the Humans in that fort. Tales of their cruelty would spread driving fear and agony through the city not to mention that the fort wouldn't be able to feed so many mouths.

The deputy marched off the stone platform reserved for the Commander.

Helion leaned back in his stone chair and clasped his hands. A stone hourglass on his table was marching forwards. A vicious inky gas flowed out from the top to the bottom. Lord Medallion would be here soon and his meal was of paramount importance.

The mages started moving out of their huddled tents. Dawn was fast approaching and the undead crawled out of their hiding spots. The world trembled and shivered under the undead onslaught. They'd spent enough time in the dark, now was the time to walk out under Heljios' stupid little sun.

The Commander on his table raised his finger up to the sky. A flicker appeared and it morphed into a giant fireball above his head. It was massive. Cheers flowed out of his troops and the fireball was launched at the city.

The city's faltering barrier collapsed further and his troops rushed out like a mismatched flood.

Nothing would survive.