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The God of Jesters

Come here folks, let me tell you a wondrous story about a bizarre world. A world with two moons and three suns. A world where death is never the end and birth is just the beginning of misery. A world filled with stories of love, war, and betrayal. A world where the gods are bored of the mundane as much as you. And then there is I, the maestro of this bizarre world that exists solely to entertain you. So follow me and enjoy the misery as much as I do. ***** A mentally ill man who only finds the meaning of life in twisted entertainment stumbles upon the supernatural world. A world full of chaos, and entities that can cause one to go mad. But what if you are mad to begin with. Let’s watch our Jester as he crafts entire plays to entertain an audience that only exists in his head. #delusional-protag #evil-protag #mischivious-protag #tragedy #multiple-povs #curses #horror #lovecraftian #hidden-world #narrator #magic #infinity-novel

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8.08.1 Who is the old guy.

"Those blood flowers are not you, you grow them, you nourish them, just like Mother Earth nourishes all the life." 

"That is a bit too much of a stretch, even for me." As Rosso spoke these words, his lips curled up with a smile. "But I like the name." With those words, he left the scene. He was not intending to fall for the girl any further. 

Why did he say those words, Rosso didn't understand.

It might be what they call attraction because Rosso knew for sure this was not love as it can't develop so simply, so easily. He was a male sex attracted to an opposite sex, simple as is. Those words he said probably meant to show his appreciation for the opposite sex, or something along the lines. 

It was a confusing feeling, confusing action, which was what one experienced in the early stages of attraction, which can turn into love, or not.