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Nightmare Mythos

Nightmares Creatures that appeared from the unknown a millennium ago continuously threatened humanity, pushing and pressuring people who once inhabited it aside. These Entities brought the world into utter chaos, furthering their influence to what was once a land that belonged to its rightful owner. In the end, humanity was forced to adapt. They kept trying different ways to fend off the Nightmares, and the solution they finally settled on was… why not become one themselves? Cesar Sparrow, an unfortunate fellow born in an era full of corruption, horror, and the unknown, was desperately trying to escape from its clutches… until he found an enigmatic, dying eyeball that latched itself onto him. “Hehehe, what a great fellow you are,” “How are you talking—. Just what are you…?” The dying eye that latched itself to his empty, bleeding eye socket chuckled, its voice groggy as it answered. “What do you think am I? I’m just an old and weak Nightmare, Sparrow. Though, you can call me Eyes of Deceit. And I'll borrow your body for a moment if you won't mind. Hehe,” "No, why would I give you my body?! Get the fuck out!" Entrapping himself in a series of encounters, uncovering secrets that belong to the Nightmares… and the humanity wanted to remain hidden, Cesar Sparrow ventures into the unknown. To keep struggling, to keep resisting, to keep persevering… will all that be enough? Will he be finally the one to break the chains humans had found themselves in, ending a millennium of suffering? Or succumb to the curse of the Nightmares? ******* Cover not mine. All credits belonged to the owner. Discord Link: https://discord.gg/wcFfu4SP

Ordki_Hozei · Fantasía
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Saving Grace

"You heretic bastard,"

Maine solemnly spoke in viciousness while being cloaked in her fiery attire with her eyes shining white. Within her clutches, she slowly strengthened the grip of her fiery arm that was holding the heretic, slowly crushing the mysterious figure.

"You know, I wanted to interrogate you and ask something. It's part of the protocols after all. But we're in a tight spot right now. Whoever looks like an assailant will be eliminated straight away," Maine spoke more coldly gradually squeezing the heretic within her grasp.

In that tense moment, Maine closed the palm of the huge fiery hand.

Splash!

Yet once more, instead of blood gushing out from flesh and bones, if the heretic even has one, the figure merely evaporated into thin air. Soon, he appeared in one of his mirages as he clawed his way out, heaving heavily.

"Kugh!"