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.
Wraith
Lokus wandered the new valley for a while, the sun sinking ever so slowly beneath the lip of the valley's head with no exit to be found.
'Am I truly stuck down here?' He asked himself, not really expecting an answer.
Ibmund's mind brushed against his own right then, carrying the hint of an answer.
'Oh?'
He looked down at the mask in his hand with a raised brow. The fact that he could hear Ibmund with just skin-on-mask contact was less interesting than what the demon had to say.
Lokus couldn't tell what the demon's exact meaning was since Ibmund lacked a language, and thought instead in short bursts of images, emotions, and vague ideas. But he was able to understand just enough to realize the gist of what Ibmund was attempting to convey.
His Egone showed him images of a way to the surface, one Ibmund had found during its time away from its master shortly before starving to death.