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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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All Fall Down

Eden began twitching around as the black mist seeped into her. She had a pained expression and made faint gurgling sounds. Eden's eyes bulged and became bloodshot.

She transitioned between a face that showed she was in agonizing pain and a blissful smile. It was as though Eden couldn't make up her mind on whether she was hurting or happy.

Her heart began to beat faster before transforming into something else.

First, it began to blacken.

Then it squirmed around like a parasite, slowly expanding itself. The feeling was quite discomforting, like an itch on the inside of her body. Even if she wanted to scratch it, she couldn't.

Unless she peeled away her skin, that is.

However, the heart was already in the process of doing that. A hole gradually began forming on the skin above her heart, like something inside was crawling out. Eden's vision became blurry, but her mind was getting clearer.