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The d

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Kill it With Fire

God, it's is a word, that is shared among many believers in their individual religions, to represent a source of worship, when we are hurt we pray to God to heal us, when we are desperate we pray to God to help us, and when we are lost we pray to God guide us. Religion is the very thing that separated the world into different beliefs, but what happens when Religion becomes nothing but a lie, a farce, and a fucking disease, what if the Devil, the demon, the heretics, was our one true savior all this while. What happens when these so-called Gods, Angels, and divine beasts were the real demons that wish humanity nothing but their absolute downfall all this while, tell me is your religion and belief even necessary at this point. No, it isn't, so with that said, here what I think, to fuck with the Gods, to fuck with the angels, and to fuck with everything that has to do with them, I hate God, I despise them, why you ask? "Hmmmm.... Very well then let me tell you the story of my journey to the top, of how I Nika Ashborn Letitburn become one of the strongest Devils and the symbol of Fire that burn the embers of humanity rage in the war against the divine.” In the year 2012 the world as we know it came to an end, the heavens crumble, and the gates of hell opened, Armageddon as we know it dawns upon us without warning. But when the angels come, and the trumpets blow, and humanity gaze at the very God they worship, they bow and send praise in unison, but little did any of us know, those thing we call divine, were the true parasite, because as soon as they came, the world end, they send their angels which are their minions to start killing us, but it didn't end there, apparently the divine eats human to empower themselves, and we are nothing but livestock that has reached perfection. And we couldn't do anything about it, as our technology was useless against them, bullets were like small pokes that tickle, rockets felt like a tiny slap, and missiles and nukes were nothing but a sun tan. At that moment we lost all hope, or so we thought because just like the angels descend from above, the manifestation of humanity's sins came to our aid from the pits of hell itself, the demons, and with nowhere else to turn to, all the world leaders sign a contract with the demons and devils, or as they are called now, the sinful, that in return for the power to summon heroes of the past, that use to live in the old world and were also capable of using magic and dark arts to fight off the divine. We humans must stay true to our human nature and continue doing all the bad in the world to power the demons, the thing Is, despite the 100% absolute reassurance that all humans are capable of summoning a legend of the past, even if it's one from a parrel or neighboring reality with the aid of demonic energy, me Nika is unable to even comprehend much less utilize this energy making me humanity most worthless, that is till one day when I was going through the school Libary I came across a weird book, titled 101 ways to summon a Dragonlord from another world for dummies, by emotionally damaged cliche Isekai hero.

Kira_Kazuto_4040 · Fantasi
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THE UNWILLING

Everything was normal for Fred until the old man showed up. Fred was a fine lad with his dark brown hair, fair complexion and dark eyes. He was also a serf by occupation and title, and that left him with little other choice but to labor on Lord Damskov's estate. Fred hadn't been born a serf, though. He was a freedman until his parents died when he was ten, and they left their debt to the lord unpaid. By law he was forced into the servitude of the debt owner, and there he remained for several years. The first ten years of freedom had given him an independent streak, but he kept his mouth shut to keep the peace. Days slipped into weeks, and then months, and still he continued to live and work on his lord's manor. Now he was a young man of fifteen, and still chained to the estate. That is, until the old man came and wrecked his life. The day started out as many others had before it. The sun rose and he along with it, and Fred had trudged out into the plots assigned for him to manage. There were several acres of crops to weed and water, and after that work was done he could manage his own little plot of dirt used to grow his own food. If Fred left the supply of food up to his lord then he would have died of starvation. Beyond his fields stretched miles and miles of farmland that traveled over the rolling hills, interrupted only by sparse clumps of trees and bushes, and the occasional manor. A river ran close to the manor on which he lived and wound its way west toward a town he knew existed but had never seen. He didn't have any curiosity to see it, either; he was far too busy tending his small patches of rocks and weeds. Fred was just setting to work when the old man came walking close by on the wide dirt path that led from the main road to the manor house. The boy was interested in this stranger, for strangers were a rare sight. Even more rare was such a stranger as this, what with his ragged brown cloak draped over his shoulders. The ends dragged along the ground behind him and covered any footprints he left in the dust. There was also the white, unkept hair which trailed down over the old man's shoulders and draped over the front and back of the cloak. He had wisps of white hair over his head, but his eyes were well-covered by a pair of bushy gray eyebrows and he had a long, white beard that stretched down to his waist. The old man carried a staff in his hand, but though his pace was slow and feeble he didn't lean his weight against it. Fred was startled when the stranger lifted his head and turned those old eyes on him. They were a bright blue, brighter than the clear sky above them, and held an energy which wasn't seen in his step. The old man tottered over to Fred and looked the lad up and down. A small smile graced his mustached lips, and he nodded his head. "Can such a fine lad as yourself tell me where I might find the nearest town?" the old man asked him. Fred shook his head. "I haven't been farther from this manor than a mile, and the town is somewhere beyond that to the west." "Can you help me find it? I am old and haven't much strength to be wandering over all these winding roads," the stranger requested. "I can't. I'm not allowed to leave the manor without permission from my lord." Fred dared not disobey his lord's laws. The stranger pulled at his beard, and the smile remained on his lips. "I see. Well, I suppose you wouldn't want to disobey your lord for a short adventure."

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