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Epiphany of Red (Under REVISION)

Do you know? In the world full of human's sensation and cynicism, everyone possess strong inclination. Numerous individuals want a power that excel in everything, an appearance that can outshine deities and celestial, a revenge that contains torpid endeavor, a hunger for a reverence cachet and an envy for their candid demeanor. Some people execute vicious effort in order to fulfill their intense aspiration. And there is one unequivocal person who, even though without essential contiguity and with just a single flaunt of belief, can differentiate all of your unholy deeds. He was a person of equitable discernment — The Punisher. His power has a capacity to impale your previously misdeed, illuminate your obsession in instant and to interrupt your incoming transgressions. Some says he was a fallen god, some said he was the source of all diabolicalness in the world, but other said; He was an Epiphany in Red. (Epiphany — a manifestation of a divine or a supernatural being.) A story about a fallen god and a punisher, who is in journey to clarify the criticism he obtained from the gods. Warning: 1. Angst 2. Mature Content 3. GORE 4. Psychological/Thriller *Cover art belongs to the rightful owner.*

BunnyDubu · LGBT+
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28 Chs

The Arrival (3)

Hair that is brilliant red swayed jointly towards the benign wind, his loose high collar long sleeves suit outlined his tall and slender figure. His snowy skin was glowing and the eyes...the eyes that can unveil all their concealed emotions.

They all gasped. This is an appearance that doesn't belong to mortals!

Iavis narrowed his eyes. He long knew that there is a persons who belong in Obelima that has a face of god but seeing him in person, perhaps the rumors is not overstated? But the most attractive part was his deep and tantalizing crimson eyes. With some emblems in his iris, whether it was a flower or blossom.

His blue eyes shook. He is dangerous. His intuition tells that. The last time he feels this was previously his battle to the unknown man. Suspicion grew on his heart. He is dangerous.

Why did he think like that?

Because he can't feel any mana or spiritual force on his body. The Obelima was rich in spiritual power, and this is the first time that no spiritual power that he can detect towards this youth. But the eyes. His eyes that can see through in everything.

His lazy, prominent smile happened to met with the calm and gentle gaze of the youth. Interesting.

Sylvester realizes that his expression just now was a little bit out of character. But seeing the man who injured him previously, he can't help but to frown. The thought of sitting with these descendants of the god filled him with abhorrence.

He smiled gently, causing a silent uproar in the crowd: "I'm sorry for arriving late, your highnesses. I hope you can enjoy your stay, gentlemen."his voice flowed in the exhausted hearts of the soldiers. It was soothing and comfortable!

The crown prince smiled with interest, "No need to apologize, the duke said that you are not well. Come sit."his striking grin made Sylvester curse silently.

"I really wanted to sit with our brave soldiers, but I need to rest my body. I hope you don't mind, your highness."

"No! No need. You can go back now. I'm sorry for calling you when you are sick." Joaquin immediately remarked.

Iavis smirked, "May I know why is the fifth young master sick? Did you just fought with someone?"his tone was gentle, but the message was clear.

Joaquin stiffened and glared at his brother, breaking his cold face.

Sylvester only replied with an elegant smile, "I am not used to cold weather your highness, I accidentally opened the window last night making me catch a cold."

Iavis only sneered and did not say anything. The crown prince notice the disturb appearance of his younger brother. He sighed and smiled at the red haired youth.

"I will go now, Your highnesses... Father... Brothers welcome back, Gentleman, I hope you enjoy your stay."he bowed and walk away in tranquil. But the eyes of the stunned gentleman did not move away until his figure disappear.

"W-What a beauty..."a soldier uttered.

"I can't even compete with his face, even a bit."

"Huh, why is he fragile? I thought Obelima are strong and powerful."

On the left side, Uriel can't calm down. Cohen just glared at the daze beastman. He shouldered him just to avoid his embarrassment.

"Cohen, do you think I have a chance if I ask his hands for marriage?" Uriel asked excitedly.

Cohen rolled his purple eyes, "Do you think duke Obelima will give his child to a Brasko? Think again."

Uriel pouted. He knew that all five factors of the kingdom are nemesis on each other, but only Obelima was the opponent of four. Precisely, the previous King bestowed the Obelima the rights of punishment and banishment for the nobles and commoners, making their foundation steady and even equal to the royal family which is De Asel.

The five factors are all considered as the main power house of the kingdom. They all balance each other, and even creatures. The Royal Family, De Asel who was the descendants of the god, Triano. The Obelima who are humans with high spiritual power and mana, The Brasko, the beastman city. The Protalan, the elves and The Trillion, the dwarves. As the time passed many species has been added. Like the shape-shifters, hybrid and even dragons.

"But I really like him, did you see his eyes? I will never make him a concubine. I will make him my only wife." Uriel chuckled.

Cohen only frowned by his friend, unapproachable dream.

Homosexual is natural in this kingdom, even the famous nobles has male concubines. Man can also give birth by eating a fruit in the tree of life located in the Temple of Zura. It is the only temple who had a tree like that, it is said that it was bestowed by the goddess of birth, Helena.

Iavis silently observe. His instinct never fail him and that red haired youth was not that fragile. He was wearing a mask to hide his claws and sinister face. By not confirming it, he will not feel at ease.

They started eating, but the expression of Glacia still turned ugly. She doesn't know why people forget her presence if her brother was beside her. She doesn't like it. She hates it. Why don't they see that he's weak and useless?

"Your face...that should be mine."she murmured silently.

Goldie: You're familiar.

Red: ?

Goldie: You look like the mother of my future child.

Res: *Hanabis transformed into sword.*

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