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The Looming Death

"RUN! AS FAR AWAY AS YOU CAN!" The man shouted at his companions, warning them about the gut-wrenching feeling he had, after seeing the golden-masked man up close. For the first time in his life, he felt such an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness. The feeling of 'The Looming Death'. "Why?" One of them asked, visibly shocked by his comrade's outrage. "HE IS COMING! 'NOTHING' IS COMIN-" But, before the man could have finished his sentence. His mouth disintegrated into thin air, slowly followed by the other parts of his body. In less than a minute, there was nothing left of that man. Not even ashes. ________________________________________________ Gods and devils rule over the world of mortals. A world where magic is a necessity. A world where everyone is equal and free. Social hierarchies don't exist. Your race doesn't matter. A world envisioned as fair and just by its rulers. That was a masterfully crafted lie, they told to every person in the living domain. The world had always been a cruel, unjust, and merciless place. It was now more true than ever. Churches control everything in the name of their faith in mythical beings. Royals with money regulate the economy along with the lower class, to please the Churches. Every human existence had at least asked himself once. Did the Gods truly exist? If they existed. Why did they need to create humans? Why do they never show themselves to us? What will happen exactly? If one of their subjects tried to stand up to his creators. After losing everything that ever mattered to him in an unjust event. Arsh promised death, to the very guardian of it. As he began his conquest for revenge, he again found himself all alone in an alien, merciless place. Broken by the tragedy of his loss. Arsh desperately seeks power in this accursed world. To exact revenge on the beings, that took everything away from him. Even if they are called Gods. But despite his lifetime worth of suffering. At the end of it all, he only found...... NOTHING. Additional Genre- Mystery and Romance. Discord- https://discord.gg/PavFbUKdRK

DamnedChicken · Fantasia
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78 Chs

Graves

"...rsh."

"...ke up."

"Arsh."

Arsh stirred his body around the bed, constantly swatting his hands around the face. Irritated by the constant buzzing noises near him and the feeling of occasional shaking. As though someone was trying her best to wake him up.

He slowly opened his eyes, still delirious from all the sleep and tiredness. His mind was in a state of cognition, as he slowly perceived his surroundings.

His body slowly responded to his will, as the gears in his brain finally started running. Arsh looked at the face of the little girl, which was barely one or two inches away from his face. 

With tear-filled eyes, the little girl stared at his face for a few more seconds. Before she ran back somewhere. Her shouting voice resounded everywhere around him.

"Father! Brother is finally awake."

'....Brother?'

Arsh thought to himself, his mind was hazy and unusually restless. 

<....Are you okay? Arsh.>