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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · Realistic
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276 Chs

Who are you laughing at!?

Rushing into the room immediately, he forced himself onto the maid, raped her and killed her to immediately dispose of her body with his, albeit comparatively weaker than Thorley's, holy flames, a flame unique to the founding family, Felscylla.

Strangely, Cuthbert found that huff of pleasure, relieving, thus began the tale of a monster who forced himself on any and every women that caught his sight.

He was far calculative and cunning than anybody ever known, as he planned, gradually isolated his target, comforted, and manipulated before confining and having his way with his prey, thus, he wasn't ever caught, nor was he ever suspected for the disappearances.

But,