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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantaisie
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I Have to Stop Him

Dark green mist gathered around Hex's body. As for Hex himself, he simply remained still.

The black beings with wings rapidly closed in, almost like a swarm of locusts. They opened their mouths wide, tearing open their cheeks in the process. 

Countless ear-piercing screeching sounds rang out. They were clearly not afraid of making their presence known.

Their hands were claws, with particularly sharp ends. The black beings raised these claws and swiped at Hex.

Right before their attacks landed, Hex's blue eyes shone a little brighter.

A dark green wave shot out from Hex, directly blowing back all the black beings and tearing them into shreds. The situation resembled moths being bewitched by a flame.

To the moths, the flame was irresistible, but if they got too close...

...they would burn.

Hex proceeded to let out a faint giggle.

"Oops!"