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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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[245] The Foxgloves.

"Come back here you scum!"

A vendor screamed as he ran after someone with a club in his hands in the Bazaar.

But he could not catch up, his fat body could not catch up to the agility and speed possessed by a demihuman, even though he was just a child.

A Young Edward Foxglove ran with all his might, Dodging everyone he could that was trying to catch him. All whilst holding dearly to the fruit and bread in his embrace.

"GHA!"

Eventually, he was hit by a stray club by someone from the crowd, yet he endured the pain and kept running.

"GET HIM!"

It was of no use, he ran away.

He ran And ran and ran until his feet were bleeding from the asphalt streets. His feet, ankles, and knees were all bruised black from the occasional pebbles that would be on the road.

And on top of that, he seemed malnourished, incredibly malnourished.

"Haaa..."

Taking refuge in a small alley, he sat down as he collected his breath.