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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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Poison

Only until Vicar was completely out of sight, did Willow regain the courage to move.

And the first thing she did...

Was scream.

"I WILL KILL YOU. YOU WILL DIE PAINFULLY. AHHHHHH"

She grabbed onto the sides of her head, slamming it down onto the ground, sending some snow into the air.

For the longest time, she only continued to scream, venting her anger in the only way she knew how. However, even in such a frenzied and unstable state, she felt like something was off.

It unsettled her so much.

Willow decided to deal with it by burying it deep within her, pretending that it didn't exist. And that was how she dealt with it for years.

Now, at present, she was on her knees in the middle of the snowy forest. She was looking up into the sky, as though looking for an answer.

It was then she finally realized.

That was the first time in Willow's life she ever saw Vicar get angry.