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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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195 – The Whip of Certain Death

"Bastards forcing me to do this," Mallark roared, he released the spear in his hand as two strange symbols on his hands lit up.

Mallark brought his hands together as he felt the swords of his enemies break through his armour and pierce into his body.

When he brought his hands together a strange light surrounded him and teleported him away from the attack, but it didn't take him very far.

Mallark fell to the ground as blood gushed out from his wounds, "Mother Fucking saints," Mallark cursed as he tried to supress the laws that were clawing into his body.

Mallark was a warlock, as a warlock his forte was not close combat, fighting pugilist's was hard enough, because of their unparalleled destructive power, but saints were the worst, when they attack with laws, it was no different from being cut with a poisoned blade.

Mallark's only solace was that as a warlock he could supress and get rid of the laws clawing into his flesh, but he'd need time to do that.