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Atlantis: The Twilight of the gods [BL]

Please check out my other works; Resolving My Ex-Fiance's Obsessions (Bl) The To Do List . . Xaloc's emotions did not fluctuate much, remaining calm even when his grandmother revealed herself to be Nyx, the goddess of the Night and hastily whisked the entire family to Shangri-La, the paradise of the gods. He remained calm even as he sneaked away to Atlantis to find his missing grandfather. But in Atlantis, Xaloc would not only find his missing grandfather, but he would also discover a world so dark and filthy that it would shatter his moral compass, forcing him to seek strength by all means necessary and do everything to come out on top. His path has been predestined, that is till he met Jamal. To Jamal, a transmigrator, the beginning of wisdom was the art of staying away from danger and he intended to follow it to the letter. However as he gets to know Xaloc, a thought came unbidden into his mind. Perhaps he could save the murderous villain. **** Excerpt Rule number two. Play with your hair…. Jamal suddenly stood up and Xaloc smiled as he twirled his hair behind his ears. Jamal moved over and gently touched his apprentice's hair. He brushed down the unruly soft hair before tying it into a low ponytail with a hair band... At least now, Xaloc's long hair would stop disturbing his reading, as a person with long hair, he understood the pain of controlling it. The smile on Xaloc's face instantly disappeared. The second rule did not work, it was a scam. It seems like seducing Jamal might not be as easy as he thought. Cowardly and always acting gong × Cold and determined shou __ PARTICIPATING IN THE WSA2022 COMPETITION# #Book cover not mine, gotten from Pinterest to be taken down at the artist's request.

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Transformation

The memories assaulted Xaloc's mind and his eyes closed. When he awakened, his eyes were muddled as he recovered from the tide of memories that filled his mind. He gripped the necklace tight.

"Xaloc! Xaloc Night is my name"

He repeated severally under his breath. He was not Enlil, the Lord Wind who controlled the atmosphere of Mesopotamia and the hundreds of gods under his legion. He was not the King of the Sumerian Pantheon nor did he invent the hoe and protected his people going into battle just to ensure that his people would have a chance of survival. 

He was not the one entoled here. His name was Xaloc Night. After he repeated these words in his mind, he got down from the Altar heading to the nearest god. 

One by one, he turned each bone to dust as devoured the memories and Aether that lies within the bones. 

With each one he devoured, his heart beat even faster. 

Bang! Bang!