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33 Risen#re

'33 lives, they are my past,' 'Or so I wish they would remain,' 'But the past the present and the future make each other,' 'So I cannot be without all three,' 'I was cursed through all 33,' 'No, that's a lie, there were 2 exceptions,' 'But they were merely lies,' 'But they linger still,' 'All 33 of them are in my head,' 'So many lives, so many me's' 'My parents have always given me names,' 'Names no child deserved to bear,' 'So I crafted names of my own,' 'Oh, Demon of the End,' 'Oh Shatterer of Shatterings,' 'Heed my name for I was Talon Haltz the (Chaos Bringer) 'Oh mortals, oh immortals, oh gods, will you ever forget my name,' 'The one who bested you all and made the heavens acknowledge me as it's equal when it knew not your disgraceful names,' 'I've had so many names and shed those cursed ones,' 'Granted by parents undeserving of the title,' 'Of all my names only one truly matters,' 'My first,' "Samsara that is my sacred name, but I know not how it came to be mine,' 'Now I am cursed no more,' 'I have become Samsara once more,' "It's my first life, the life I never got to live,' 'Only it's complicated, for it is my first life,' 'Only it isn't!' --- Join Samsara in his journey to learn the truth of his origins, and the origins of his curse... Will it be a truth he can handle or will the broken god be broken once more? --- A/N: the first volume is officially complete, I know that it's long, but I promise it's worth the read. please feel free to point out any mistakes, and if there's anything you'd like to know about the story let me know in the comments --- Up/rate= 10ch/week 150 power stones = 1 bonus chapter 300 power stones = 2 bonus chapters 500+ power stones = 4 bonus chapters --- I do not own the rights to the cover art The credit for the cover art goes to: LAS-T deviantart.com if the owner wants it taken down please let me know

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154 – The Lady with a Script 2

The man was hurt pretty badly, so I did the only thing I could I tended to his wounds.

Don't tell that to anyone that knows me, they'll start saying a prayer to the gods for the poor mans soul, pugilists aren't exactly known for their gentle and tender hands, but I read the script and somehow I knew exactly what to do.

As I looked at him, I thought it would be a pity if he died, he did have a lovely face and a body that could handle any woman, his head might be empty but at least he's pretty.

I wrapped his head in a bandage after I put the cracked bones of his skull in place, it was a strange experience I usually do the cracking part, I never thought about the undoing part.

His hair was a deep and dark crimson, but it was only like that when the sun shone on it, the rest of the time it looked as black as the abyss, as I went down to open his eyes, the blasted script suddenly stopped me.