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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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[364] A tragedy[2]

[ I am writing this as I face the horde…another horde has attacked and I have fallen even further, I have exhausted the last of my power…and only have enough strength to write my last words.

How pathetic…aren't I?

The corpse of my daughter, controlled by the plague is devouring me…I was able to kill everything else…But I cannot kill her, I cannot kill a child…my own child. She should be safe within the empire but she is here, in front of me, savoring my flesh.

I have lost all strength, but even if there was a flicker of it left I would not be able to utilize it.

I cannot kill her.

I used the last bits of my strength to hug her with one hand, and one hand to write this.

…my neck…she has bit it.

I am gonna die…fuck.

I'm sorry…Daddy wasn't able to pro-]

The words cut off…there was an empty feeling inside my chest as I completed reading it.

[Diary of a Failed Father has been used.]

The diary disappeared to dust and I looked at the corpse of the knight.