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God Rising: Battle of Atela

In a three planet universe where oppression and discrimination are eminent, humans find themselves struggling to survive. Artemis Rivera is born into such hardships, and at a young age, she set out to change the world for good. The only way to do that is to participate in a seasonal death battle to win the Demigod title, and rule over the whole of Atela. Without humanity's support, the annoying gender rules and the hatred of the superior races, it's her versus the three worlds on a quest to become a divine being. Tags: Medieval, female mc, magic, monsters, war, disunity, medieval, system, gods. **** Volume 2 Teaser (ongoing) "You really mustn't play around with knives, my dear." A voice came from behind, and her older brother stood at the doorway, addressing the little girl. "Young girls like you shouldn't be too keen on the sight of blood." The girl twisted the bloody knife she'd pulled from the slave's corpse, and a playful look dominated her face. "But, brother, it is ever so fun." The deep scarlet of the slave stained her black dress, and she painted her fingers along with it. "Well, look what you've done to the pretty dress I got you, Cabrera." Her brother scolded, fixing his sister with a hard stare.  "Even if you desire to play serial killer, please be mindful of what you wear. I wonder how you enjoy having human blood on your expensive clothes." Thinking of human filth made him shiver, and he grimaced shortly. "Okay brother. I shall change right after I'm done testing my new toy." She glanced over at the next doll in her collection, giving her a terrifying shark-like grin. After witnessing the torture of her twin brother, a grave tremor surpassed the slave at the corner, and her skin had gone ghostly like the carcass on the polished floor.  Her eyes brimmed with tears as she stared at her insane owner, then switched her gaze back to the lifeless boy who got a heavy dose of misfortune. Cabrera clutched the knife in her hands as if imagining slowly, agonisingly sinking it into the gut of the next slave in line. It felt so satisfying. Her brother sighed in defeat then turned to leave, "Before I go, I'll tell you why I stopped by. Uncle Marcellus wants you to attend home management classes again. You were suspended for two weeks, but you spent a month at home. Good luck explaining to the old man, " He waved then closed the door. His announcement unleashed her anger, and a threatening grin spread across her face like a wildfire. "Now I'm in a bad mood!" She slowly approached the slave while laughing, "I guess it's time for us to play." My spirity awards entry ^^ Have a nice time reading.

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Part III

"You've already arranged to get him killed?!" Vincent's carefree decision provoked his uncle, Klaus.

"Yes."

"Do you know how risky such a move is?" The old wolfman banged the table. Vincent smiled, expecting him to react that way. He threw a grape into his mouth then spoke softly, "So sweet. Want some?" He pushed the bowl full of grapes to his uncle, but he declined because of his rage. He was acting too much like his father for an adopted son. They both had the comic character whenever a serious matter had to be discussed.

"I only requested his death. We will frame the slave he's traveling with. There is no need to worry, uncle." 

Klaus still had his doubts about killing Darren before Marcellus. To him, it was a wrong move, but to Vincent, a perfect checkmate.

Vincent picked up the glass on the table, gave it a little shake and watched the red wine sway "I am fully aware you want my Father's death for your own advantage."