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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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372 Chs

To Apollo

Serosh looked straight into Lucifer's eyes.

"Why do you even want me to come with you? The only thing I've proven I could do is to fail."

Lucifer let out a soft sigh.

"Because I know that you are not only a capable person, but one that wishes to protect the people of this world."

Serosh blinked a few times before smiling bitterly.

"And how exactly do you know that?"

Lucifer shrugged his shoulders.

"Let's call it intuition."

Serosh raised an eyebrow.

"Regardless of what you believe, the end result is that I've killed the very city I was supposed to protect."

He shut his eyes and put a hand over his heart.

"I am not worthy of another attempt."

Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"Listen."

He took a deep breath.

"You fucked up. You did not fulfill your responsibilities. You weren't even noble enough to sacrifice yourself so that your city could continue. I'm not disputing that."