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33 Risen#re

'33 lives, they are my past,' 'Or so I wish they would remain,' 'But the past the present and the future make each other,' 'So I cannot be without all three,' 'I was cursed through all 33,' 'No, that's a lie, there were 2 exceptions,' 'But they were merely lies,' 'But they linger still,' 'All 33 of them are in my head,' 'So many lives, so many me's' 'My parents have always given me names,' 'Names no child deserved to bear,' 'So I crafted names of my own,' 'Oh, Demon of the End,' 'Oh Shatterer of Shatterings,' 'Heed my name for I was Talon Haltz the (Chaos Bringer) 'Oh mortals, oh immortals, oh gods, will you ever forget my name,' 'The one who bested you all and made the heavens acknowledge me as it's equal when it knew not your disgraceful names,' 'I've had so many names and shed those cursed ones,' 'Granted by parents undeserving of the title,' 'Of all my names only one truly matters,' 'My first,' "Samsara that is my sacred name, but I know not how it came to be mine,' 'Now I am cursed no more,' 'I have become Samsara once more,' "It's my first life, the life I never got to live,' 'Only it's complicated, for it is my first life,' 'Only it isn't!' --- Join Samsara in his journey to learn the truth of his origins, and the origins of his curse... Will it be a truth he can handle or will the broken god be broken once more? --- A/N: the first volume is officially complete, I know that it's long, but I promise it's worth the read. please feel free to point out any mistakes, and if there's anything you'd like to know about the story let me know in the comments --- Up/rate= 10ch/week 150 power stones = 1 bonus chapter 300 power stones = 2 bonus chapters 500+ power stones = 4 bonus chapters --- I do not own the rights to the cover art The credit for the cover art goes to: LAS-T deviantart.com if the owner wants it taken down please let me know

Silver72 · Fantasy
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138 – Slap

Lirian raced through the city under the last remnants of the mist.

Izlandi hung in the air just an arm's length away, but her earlier enthusiasm at the prospect of flying was long lost.

Her stomach twisted and churned at the nightmarish hell that the city had become.

Bodies lay strewn about all over the streets, she noticed many ordinary bodies that were badly beaten and disfigured, lying in pools of their own blood.

Then she noticed the nobles who bore the emblems and colours of their houses, not that the latter matter much anymore, there was so much blood she wasn't sure if everything had been dyed in red or if her eyes had become unable to see any other colour.

Blood dripped of walls and rolled down the roofs of the houses, and when Izlandi looked for the source of the blood, it was more often than not, a severed limb that had somehow found its way to such a place.