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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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Apollo Is An Angel!

Eden had an excited expression on her face. It was easy to tell she couldn't wait to share the fact an 'angel' had descended.

Bernard looked at Eden straight in the eyes with a serious expression.

"It is sacrilegious to declare that a mere human is an angel. Watch your mouth, Eden."

A distraught expression appeared on Eden's face.

"What? No, he really is an angel! His name is Apollo, a wonderful name for an angel!"

The man sighed a little helplessly.

"Eden. Jokes like this aren't funny."

Eden began to stutter.

"B-But!"

The man frowned slightly.

"I understand your situation, but you cannot proclaim your family members to be part of heaven just so you can shift your standing!"

Eden opened her mouth, but no words came out. However, despite her lack of a response, it was clear she was still resistant.

A small crowd was beginning to form.

"What is going on Bernard?"

"Eden... are you doing that again?"