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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 · Fantasia
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670 Chs

[622] Oh Supreme.

As if the stars themselves had been plucked from their astral thrones to form the threads that made up her dress, an ethereal blue, one that was dark and light itself. Which covered her divine body from neck to toe. Her heavenly appearance appeared to be crafted most intricately by god herself, and her hair was like white wool... No, it was like the snow on this planet. Pure, clean, and mesmerizing.

Her horns, all eight of them, were made from beautiful white flame. The horns were unlike any other he had seen, they seemed to actually function like a fire, that was the manifestation of her bright and pure soul. They would dance, and express their joy of being on top of her head, like the divine crown of a deity.