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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

Was I Wrong To Think That Way?

"W-Where are we going?"

Maya wrapped her arms around her knees, sitting down on a flying chunk of earth. Lucifer, who was standing tall with his hand behind his back, looked at Maya.

"We are going to meet a certain special someone."

Maya narrowed her eyes from the wild currents of wind and the snowflakes battering against her.

"Special?"

Lucifer pointed towards his eye.

"Someone with good eyes. He should be able to find something out about your strange situation."

Maya shivered.

"What?"

Lucifer proceeded to rub his finger against one of the spikes of his black crown.

"The whole demon transformation you got going on."

Maya pouted.

"I don't care about that."

Lucifer shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I care. And it never was about what you wanted anyway."

Maya's eyebrow twitched. She tactfully decided not to respond.

For a while, there was only the sound of rushing wind.