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The Villain's Story

Three Souls lay in one body, One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all. And He lost it all, tricked and manipulated from the time he was a child. The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world in his own universe. A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning. He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release. And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself. And the Third? The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead. He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, yet he manipulated space. His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body. His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos. His enemies were greater than one could count. His luck is worse than shit. And yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above. He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny. ---------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE

Blazuku · Fantasy
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[103]Ah Shit(2)

"Everyone, pack your bags. We're leaving."

As they heard his words, they first didn't register them in their minds. For their minds were too busy with processing the yellow beam that they had seen rise in the sky dyeing it golden.

But it was then, That he spoke again, repeating those same words.

...what?

Why are their bodies moving?

Why were they doing what he just said?

What...was moving them?

Only Elijah stood rooted to his spot as if his words didn't have any effect on him...but the rest...did so without questioning it.

They couldn't speak.

They could only move their bodies to do what he said.

He began to move, and as they turned their eyes towards him.

All they could see, all they could register in their minds in the cold and desolate land.

Was not his hair that was fluttering a little. His hair that was as white as the land they stood upon.

And it was not his face.