Master Of REALITIES Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Be it a million chances, A sinner will NEVER have a true beginning.

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The stone paved walls and concrete floors, paled and Frost-bit the tender and withered flesh of an 87 years old man. His long grey hair, coating his entire head and bent down face, dangled lazily on the chiling ground. His two hands and legs bound by chains that linked to the cold walls and floor, placed his mind in a state of obvious distress. The old man's weak gaze, staring at the cold floor, continued to reflect on the way he has spent all his life. Not in a state of regret, or satisfaction. But rather, a bewildered and longing curiosity, that seemed to say, ‎"It's not yet over..." The old man muttered dryly. Before failing to restrain a painful, heavy, rapid cough. That didn't just fry his throat but sent echoes down the dark passage way. "You are on deaths door, yet you still claim to not be finished?" A vibrant feminine voice spoke into the dark room. ‎" The life of a criminal is quite the mystery." It concluded. Before revealing, golden, vibrant pupils within a dark figure that sat before the old prisoner. ‎The old man remained silent for a while before lifting his head slowly and staring back at the golden pupils. His voice calm yet withered, said to the stranger, ‎"Has society, come to the point of labelling old age.." he paused to catch him ragged, strained breath before continuing, "as the bottom-line for youthful desires?" ‎The figure didn't respond. Causing the room to remain silent. Gradually and steadily, the light of a grey moon, dripped through the small barred opening on the wall. Revealing what seemed to be a cramped up prison room and for some reason, the body of a slender frail man in his mid teens. But carried the face of an adolescent lady, that hid beneath a hood. "You.." the old man's weak gaze narrowed even more, as he asked not in a questionable manner, ‎"Who are you. And what do you want." ‎‎The figure brought down the hood that glowed purple from within it and revealed the full slender face of an adolescent lady with cream coloured, shoulder length hair. Her voice vibrant, yet tender said, ‎"Who am I ?" she redressed the question. ‎"I'm what you mortals would call, The Ambassador of the outer beings." ‎"And as for what I want" she grinned, then continued. ‎"I Rika, have come to give you a second chance." ‎‎Silence broke out between the two as the old man reflected on her words. ‎'The outer beings.... I seem to have heard such a thing before. Wait could you be..' His gaze widened brighter than ever as he asked, ‎‎"Are you... a Pilgrim?" ‎Rika chuckled softly, then responded. ‎‎"No. But I am someone that can make you one." she concluded. ‎‎Pilgrims, they are Individuals that have supernatural powers that venture from world to world. Their goals and desires vary. And regular people don't get to close with them, since we never know their intentions. However, ‎‎"If you really can make me a Pilgrim, that would be great of course. But why do I have to follow you so blindly. I have no intentions of being your slave." he paused then continued. ‎"Although I know very little if those type of people." ‎"Since you don't seem to trust me," Rika confronted his allegations without hesitation. "Let's strike a deal." ‎‎"A deal?" The old man narrowed his gaze. ‎‎"Of course. The ritual to become a pilgrim is brutal, there's no way an old man like you will survive one. So in exchange for helping you create a Nova core, you'll work with me as business partners. Until we both fulfill our respective goals." She stretched out her tender palm, from within her inner purple-coloured black cloak. ‎"So? What do you say." ‎The old man, bound in chains, closed his eyes and remained silent for a while. Then said, ‎‎"I'll accept it. But betrayal will be at the offenders risk." ‎‎"Of course! Of course!" Rika exclaimed in excitement. "You're quite the sharp one!" "Now then, shall we begin the road to a new life. One with a brand new beginning?‎‎The old man remained silent for a moment. Then said to her, "It doesn't matter how many c