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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · แฟนตาซี
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The Price For Freedom

Talon remembered the reason he pushed through so much pain and difficulty in the first place. Yes, he could choose to die here and leave it all behind.

But he promised his sister.

He was going to protect her.

Talon brought his face closer to the blades of his scissors before sliding them into his eye socket.

He had no intentions of breaking his promise.

And so, he slipped in the blades even further. They cut against both his eyeball and the wall of flesh in his socket.

Talon grimaced from the pain, heaving ragged breaths. His nose was running with mucus while saliva leaked out of his mouth.

He was a disgusting mess.

Yet, Talon was at his strongest in this very moment.

"AHHHHHHHHH."

His eyeball reddened considerably from how much he was pushing it to the side. Right when it seemed like it was going to burst, Talon finally wrapped the blade around the nerve of his eye.