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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 · Fantasi
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205 Chs

Selling One’s Soul For The Devil

'Are you serious?'

The serious situation just turned somewhat kind of funny leaving Cesar with no words to utter. He was blankly blinking his eyes, having no idea how to un-conscious himself–after just getting out from the unconscious state–after being under the power of the Nightmare.

'H-how do I do it though? Seriously. I really wanted to help Jeremiah. The puppets have stood up again after the Nightmare achieved a bit of control once more. Still... This… How do I force myself to lose consciousness without actually resulting in my death?'

Cesar couldn't help but touch his face ridiculously, feeling the absurdness of the task. It was something pathetic but wild, and the more time wasted the more he endangered Jeremiah's state where he was slowly being pushed back.

Shouting the Nightmare's name isn't cutting out as well.

That's why Cesar wanted to rely on this gamble.