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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 · Fantasi
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Something that always stuck with Apollo, regardless of whether he had been thinking about it or not, was never his mother, or the people that forgot about him.

It wasn't even any of the people that caused him pain, or the ones he hated.

In reality, it was Karn.

Apollo still couldn't understand.

How could someone place so little value in their life? To the point where they would declare it as one's own fault for being born?

For a reason he didn't really understand, thinking about that reminded him of the time he pressed the blade of a knife up to his neck.

Apollo felt anger.

But it wasn't anger towards the others, or the people that have wronged this world.

What he hated was how resigned to one's fate people could be.

That they would just give up when faced with injustice, like their life had no meaning or value.