Skylar_Motty

Soul’s life ended in torment, confined to a tiny, forgotten room where both his body and spirit withered away. For as long as he could remember, the people he had called family had shown him nothing but disdain and cruelty. It wasn’t always like this. There were fragments of his childhood where he remembered warmth, laughter, and a sense of belonging. But something had changed. His parents, once affectionate, began to avoid him. His siblings sneered at him and conspired to ensure he would be forgotten. At first, it was the small things—reduced portions of food, fewer conversations, and long stretches of isolation. Then came the ultimate betrayal—imprisonment within a dark, empty room. There, he lay in the quiet solitude, days stretching into months, possibly years. It was hard to tell anymore. The thin blanket provided little warmth against the biting cold that swept through the cracks in the stone walls. His body, already frail, grew weaker with each passing day, and the gnawing hunger that twisted his stomach seemed to become part of him. His only solace in that miserable existence was the book his captors had left behind, likely forgotten like him. Soul read it over and over, escaping briefly into the fantasy of far-off lands and heroes—everything he wished his life could have been. But no hero came for him. The world outside went on, indifferent to his suffering. His family never returned, and his hope faded with the light filtering through the cracks of his prison. There was no final goodbye, no sense of closure, only the slow descent into oblivion as his body gave up. Starvation, a quiet thief, crept in and claimed him. Soul’s final moments were not ones of anger or fear but of resignation. He had waited long enough. If his family would not come for him, then death would. It was a cold end, a death marked by isolation and neglect.

As the Avengers stormed through the Red Skull's base, their mission led them to a cavernous laboratory. The room was dimly lit, with the flicker of malfunctioning lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. Rows of towering, transparent tubes lined the space, most of them ominously empty. However, one tube stood out among the rest. Suspended in the green, viscous liquid inside the tube was a young boy, no older than fifteen. His fragile form was curled up tightly, as if seeking protection from an unseen threat. His body was a peculiar fusion of human and animal, with patches of fur covering his limbs, sharp claws instead of fingers, and a tail that floated languidly in the liquid. Delicate, feathery wings were folded against his back, and his ears, pointed and twitching even in his unconscious state, hinted at a keen sense of hearing. The boy's face was serene, almost peaceful, despite the dire circumstances. His breathing was slow and rhythmic, creating gentle bubbles that floated upwards. The green liquid glowed faintly, casting a soft, ethereal light on his features, highlighting the unnatural beauty and the tragic reality of his condition. The Avengers exchanged concerned glances, the weight of the discovery settling heavily upon them. This boy was not just a victim of the Red Skull's cruel experiments; he was a living testament to the horrors hidden within the base. Determined to rescue him, they began to devise a plan to break him free from his glass prison.

In a twist of fate, Adrian Nightshade meets an untimely demise only to find themselves reincarnated into the count's family novel. Confronted by the god of death, they are granted 10 wishes that could start a brand new adventure and a novel world he's always wanted be a part of. As they navigate this newfound existence, the choices they make hold the power to rewrite the narrative and alter the course of their second life.