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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 · ファンタジー
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[373] The Empire[9]

Elijah's view changed, he was now no longer in the laboratory…He was in an illusion cast by the mage.

An illusion that he truly wished to get off as soon as possible…For what he saw here was pure madness. It showed him…the shadow borne!

In the moon's feeble light, the Shadowborne emerges from the depths of night's embrace, a phantom wrought from the very essence of darkness itself. Its form, a silhouette of sinister elegance, slithers like liquid midnight, ever-shifting, ever-elusive. Elijah's heart skips a beat.

*THUMP* An unknown sense of fear overcomes him.

Its eyes, twin orbs of frigid silver, gleam with an otherworldly luminance, illuminating the inky void that shrouds its face. They pierce the gloom with a spectral glow, a chilling beacon that draws the eye but offers no comfort to those who dare to meet its gaze. Elijah felt shivers run down his spine.

*THUMP!*