Prince of Nightmares: Banished to Hell With a System
After being cast to the depths of hell just for being born 'wrong,' Lokus was beaten down and trampled upon in its unforgiving lands, where power was everything. And for someone with no power like him? He was stuck at the bottom of the food chain. But his heart burned with a vengeance and a desire to show the world just how big of a mistake it had made in pushing him aside, to make those who had cast him down regret that they had ever looked down upon him. Amidst his suffering, the Phantom Monarch System answered his call for vengeance. Now armed with the opportunity to tear down those who stood above him, he begins his ascent to the top of the world, to cast down the ones who have thrown him away and make them rue the day they had ever thought themselves his betters. His so-called parents? He would show them what it meant to be worthless. The man who had banished him? Lokus would crush him under a torrent of ice. Those who had shunned him, scorned him, hated him? He would repay their hatred back tenfold. During his crusade, the words of a prophecy loom to his back all the while, its words haunting and its fulfillment fast approaching. "Dread thrice-shunned's rise heralds death. Broken kingdoms, shattered bonds, Reducing the waning light to but a distant whisper. Under sin, the daughter births a kindred spirit Tolling the war of void and stars for power nearest. Sinful winter shall clash with righteous sand, Inching towards an eclipse. Death heralds the end, the end heralds the beyond." ........ Readers will learn about the world as Lokus does. However, if you have questions and I deem them okay to answer without spoiling anything, I'll be more than happy to reply. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for Lokus to learn about them. The power system is inspired by both cultivation novels and rpgs, and the world itself by several fantasy books I loved growing up. If you like gritty scenes, systems, no harems, and struggles between good and evil, this might be the story for you.
Rabbit
Lokus watched them go silently, his fist clenching tight.
"I told you that the people of the Aldark are vile," Endalia reminded Lokus, slapping his shoulder. "One bad apple spoils the bunch, but one good apple doesn't make the others edible. In this world, it's them or you. Remember that."
Lokus didn't respond, burning the feel of this "Captain John" into his mind as the man sauntered off.
"That day cannot come soon enough," muttered Herbert absentmindedly. He shook his head suddenly, as if he had spoken out of turn, and eyed Sakari with a clinical countenance. "Rest well, woman. Weakness in Helannd is often punished by death."
That was all the man said before he scooped up his jar and left, leaving Lokus, Sakari, and Endalia alone in the blood-strewn square.
Sakari took one sniff and wrinkled her nose, only now noticing what surrounded them. "What did I miss?"
"Hell," Endalia said simply.