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A Demon's Ascent

Why me? What the hell did I ever do to deserve this pain? What the hell did I do to have my heart ripped from my chest, to be stomped on over and over again? Why does the filth of this world deserve to breathe the same air as me? I focused on myself, kept to myself, and always tried to succeed no matter the odds. I blew through school with the best grades. I killed myself every day to be someone who matters. What do I get for it? I die a horrible death only to watch my sister be tortured right before my eyes. I'd do anything to change that night. What do I matter? I never felt a day of light in this cruel world, but why did she have to experience that? The light of my world snuffed out in a second. I've been given the chance to change the past. Who cares how. I'd do anything to make things right. A deal with the devil was the easiest choice I ever made. I'll reincarnate however many times it takes as long as he holds up his end of the bargain. I'm going to lay waste to this world and unleash the hell's wrath upon all who get in my way. Not a soul will stop me. The sheep of the world just follow the status quo. Time for that to change. The end times are coming and it's me. My name is Conrad Stein and I'm gonna conquer this world. No matter the cost. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Please Join the Discord for novel related art and announcements! Discord: https://discord.gg/wpjPb4uCkt [Credit to the artist. Not my own.] [Story currently on a temporary hiatus]

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70 Chs

Retreat In Defeat (Pt.3)

Alaric's eyes open as the sounds of whispered conversations fill his ears. Almost everyone has calmed down since the events of the siege. Taking this brief moment of rest as a way to stop their mind's from shattering. From what Alaric can hear, the conversations are mostly about the dead and grievances for those lost. No tears are being shed as the deaths of the poor souls lost in Faerdham have not been fully recognized by the refugees as they're still in shock. 

Alaric looks to Lucian peacefully sleeping as Iris warms him with her thick fur coat. Lucian's eyes are shut tight as he sleeps. He seems to be embroiled in a nightmare of some sort. The thought of a 10 year old boy having such terrifying dreams saddens Alaric.