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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

Three Thousand Steps

Scrunch—!

The tall corrupted human found itself being assisted by the hallway's cold walls. Half of its body was blown away by a barrage of bullets while the other half was muddled with blue blood that kept oozing out from its orifices.

"Kree!"

It was shouting while it couldn't bring itself up due to the injuries it suffered coming from the man, who was currently staring at it a few meters away with his revolver pointed at its head.

Though the direction of the corrupted human's shout was at the front, imagining an unfamiliar figure that didn't look Cesar at all.

The man that the corrupted human was hallucinating was no other than the heretic who was draped in a priest's robe, smirking at it as if mocking its existence.

All the creature could do was shout in a pleading tone that probably only itself could understand whatever language it was screaming.

"Kree—!"