Immortal Prisoner

Death has become taboo. I woke up and the world went crazy. Newborns have no souls, vegetation rots in eternity, and monsters endure the eternal pain of the devoured ones - because the right of "death" has been stripped away from the way of heaven. And I am the fallen "death" power itself. My existence is the source of all suffering. If I touch the aura, the aura dies. The more I devour those twisted "undead" to feed myself, the closer I get to my origin as the "end." All the surviving strong men regard me as the only antidote or the ultimate disaster. But I just want to live freely as a human being.