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Dawn Of Destruction

Before you start reading, remember that this is a work of fantasy and any terminology found is an idea thought of by the author. I have no intention of offending anybody with this book, and if I have so far then I wholeheartedly apologize for that. ... It was a game, that is what it was, or at least that is what it was supposed to be. On the last day of the MMORPG LORDS, a day signifying its ultimate end, the high rankers of the game came together to stage an event, a PVP event to once and for all determine who the greatest player is. As one of the high-rankers, Sango as well participated in the game, getting to the last draw with his opponent. That was his last memory of LORDS, of his comrades and the world known to him as Earth. Awakening his eyes, his vision displayed before him a horrendous scene accompanied by a child monster kin, with a statue of himself versed as incarnate of authority. He was told that he had become a God in this new world, a God hated and feared by all for what he represents. The ones who acknowledged themselves as his followers were brutally murdered, and deemed heretics who were against the laws of the nine Gods. The last surviving follower beseeched unto him for might so that revenge can be claimed on those responsible for the massacre of her tribe. This is a story about a God walking down the path of destruction, staying true to his heritage.

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Judged Fairly

His words indicated how far he was willing to go to see to it that the people of Turdale city are not harmed by Getha or by Sango.

His self sacrifice is not an act that can be committed by many, especially by those who have had the pleasure of tasting what it feels like to sit in a higher position.

It is very easy for a man who rose from nothing to something to get corrupted, be led astray by the authority and riches that comes with that something.

Too distracted by the wealth he is surrounded by, he had the option of turning a blind eye to any misgivings so long as it does not affect him directly.

That is the kind of life that follows one who has gone from grass to grace. A life of forgetfulness where all that matters is yourself.

Avidius however did not live his life that way. He had the option of purposely turning a blind eye to it all, and just immerse himself in the moment, but he did not do that.