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The Villain's Story

Three Souls lay in one body, One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all. And He lost it all, tricked and manipulated from the time he was a child. The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world in his own universe. A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning. He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release. And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself. And the Third? The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead. He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, yet he manipulated space. His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body. His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos. His enemies were greater than one could count. His luck is worse than shit. And yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above. He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny. ---------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/Sgxw6QEsgE

Blazuku · Fantaisie
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[439] Eyes as deep as the abyss[5]

[Alan Peccator POV, Destroyed City of Aror.]

As Elijah had entered the city, he went with the normal route he took to his home, well...there wasn't exactly a road to speak of.

Everything in the city had been destroyed, only a few or so buildings had been left unscathed.

Elijah followed the path he knew from memory, aside from the destruction, there was nothing of note.

However, things changed soon enough, in the path I caught sight of a large number of trucks, with children standing in lines in front of them.

'Ah.'

Those were probably the orphans who had suffered because of the incident in the city. Their parents or guardians., either normal people or awakened, had most likely died or were either MIA(Missing in Action). They would probably be transferred to an orphanage managed by the government.