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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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[129]The One's who Failed to Protect what they were meant to Protect.

In a Grand Cathedral, a figure walked alone toward the center.

The figure draped in a pure white robe with a gold mask on its face walked towards a casket adorned in gold and various other ornaments.

*Tok*Tok*

As he walked the cathedral changed its appearance until the roof and walls had disappeared and all one could see was clouds...and multiple stained glass paintings depicting stories of their own were all that was left.

The figure walked towards the Casket and finally reached it.

The Casket opened and revealed the figure of a gorgeous golden-haired woman resting peacefully.

The Body of the Aloaris's daughter, Alari.

The poor soul who tried to save Aranus, but paid dearly for it.

The figure silently stared at Alari's body.

He had just felt it.

He has just faintly felt it.

The Unique Mana signatures of The Oblivion Dragon and Jade Snake.

Many times...he had wondered about the purpose of his existence, the purpose of his creation.

Why was he created?