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The Villain's Story

"So, I'm supposed to just go along with the flow?" He questioned, his refusal evident. "I'm expected to surrender to whatever destiny has planned? To accept whatever hand I'm dealt by the cursed fate of this vessel?" He rejected the idea outright. "After finally thinking I'd broken free from the clutches of that accursed snake, now this? The transgressions of this vessel's original owners are not mine to bear! I'm not the same; I'm an entirely different entity!" His laughter reverberated maniacally, filling the air. Because, let's be honest, who wouldn't teeter on the edge of madness when the mightiest entities, armed with their colossal power, are relentlessly pursuing you? Those supreme and primordial beings, capable of obliterating galaxies with casual ease... how could anyone endure such overwhelming fear? Could anyone really accept the cursed hand that fate had dealt them? Yes, He would. He had to. "Fuck it." He declared with a fervor. "I don't care...I don't care if it's destiny or fate or whatever! Even if it's the supreme beings...I...I don't give a damn! If they feel the need to dictate my life, decide my ending on sins I am not guilty of...than I have only one thing to say. BRING IT ON!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- 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?