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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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[360] What we want to be.

No matter how many times he lost.

No matter how many times he died.

No matter how many times he lost everyone.

No matter how many times he lost himself.

No matter how many times his blade shattered.

No matter how many times he despaired.

No matter how many times he saw them all die.

No matter how many times he faced that monster…

No matter how many times he fell down.

He always got back up.

[Was it worth it?]

The sea of blood became restless, something…someone was rising.

[Was it worth it?]

The blood turned into steam, hot steam that rose high up, tsunamis raged forth as the tranquility of blood was interrupted.

"I don't know yet!"

The answer finally came, accompanied by a column of fire. A beacon of hope.

Elijah soared up high, his vibrant flames dyed the world an orange hue.

"I don't know…yet!"

He answered the tower. He didn't know it's worth…yet. BUT!

He would find it, no matter what.

[Yes.]