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Dawn Of Destruction

Before you start reading, remember that this is a work of fantasy and any terminology found is an idea thought of by the author. I have no intention of offending anybody with this book, and if I have so far then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. ... It was a game, that is what it was, or at least that is what it was supposed to be. On the last day of the MMORPG LORDS, a day signifying its ultimate end, the high rankers of the game came together to stage an event, a PVP event to once and for all determine who the greatest player is. As one of the high-rankers, Sango as well participated in the game, getting to the last draw with his opponent. That was his last memory of LORDS, of his comrades and the world known to him as Earth. Awakening his eyes, his vision displayed before him a horrendous scene accompanied by a child monster kin, with a statue of himself versed as incarnate of authority. He was told that he had become a God in this new world, a God hated and feared by all for what he represents. The ones who acknowledged themselves as his followers were brutally murdered, and deemed heretics who were against the laws of the nine Gods. The last surviving follower beseeched unto him for might so that revenge can be claimed on those responsible for the massacre of her tribe. This is a story about a God walking down the path of destruction, staying true to his heritage.

Catastrophy_Y9 · Fantasie
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She Was Down Memory Lane

Getha swiftly yet calmly moved to the person Avidius had pointed to. The person had his head bent down and turned away from Getha's sight, so she could not exactly see the face.

As she took her steps closer to him, Getha saw his physical features, the body structure covered under the thick heavy yet familiar armour he was wearing.

Her steps were taking her through her past experiences, from when she refused to pray to the God of destruction. When her mother scolded her about closing her eyes and saying her prayer to their God.

Despite her refusal, she remembered the intervention of her father who strictly warned not just her, but also her mother about the both of them keeping quiet while the prayer was ongoing.

The memories flowed into her, along with tears that flowed out from her eyes when she recollected the last words said by her father before the arrow impaled him from behind.