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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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[663] Crude.

Arken didn't have much to do, so he decided to stay and watch as Harrison performed his experiments on the corpses of the amalgamations. He couldn't figure out what the man was thinking, at all. Sometimes, he would stay in deep thought before dissecting the corpses, meticulously, and sometimes...

He would rip them apart.

Blood was getting everywhere in his office, Arken thought he would be a person who prioritized sanitation, or a healthy office space, but he was wrong. Harrison's office space was neat and tidy because it just fit his mood better that day.

"It's crude."

"Pardon?"

He heard the man speak, but since he was so preoccupied with his own thoughts, he failed to catch it. Harrison repeated his words for his sake.

"It's crude, I thought it perhaps Morgana that made these with that accursed unique skill of hers, but I was wrong."

Arken raised his brows, asking.

"Wasn't it already confirmed that it wasn't her work?"