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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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As Many Times

A frightening crunch resounded in the air.

There was currently a woman with her jaw agape and her eyes wide open. She also had a rabbit mask on her face, but there was a large crack on the part that covered the forehead. That was because a black axe had pierced through. 

But it didn't just pierce through the mask.

It split apart the woman's skull as well, before getting lodged halfway inside. She didn't even have the time to scream before she died.

On the other side was Eden, still humming a lullaby to herself. She didn't actually put that much strength into the axe she threw. However, it still carried impressive power. The dim lighting from the torches in this underground expanse made her look a little ominous.

Especially since they would flicker, almost like Eden was a monster trying to hide in the darkness.

She began walking towards the only doorway in this room.