Prince of Nightmares: Banished to Hell With a System
After being cast to the depths of hell just for being born 'wrong,' Lokus was beaten down and trampled upon in its unforgiving lands, where power was everything. And for someone with no power like him? He was stuck at the bottom of the food chain. But his heart burned with a vengeance and a desire to show the world just how big of a mistake it had made in pushing him aside, to make those who had cast him down regret that they had ever looked down upon him. Amidst his suffering, the Phantom Monarch System answered his call for vengeance. Now armed with the opportunity to tear down those who stood above him, he begins his ascent to the top of the world, to cast down the ones who have thrown him away and make them rue the day they had ever thought themselves his betters. His so-called parents? He would show them what it meant to be worthless. The man who had banished him? Lokus would crush him under a torrent of ice. Those who had shunned him, scorned him, hated him? He would repay their hatred back tenfold. During his crusade, the words of a prophecy loom to his back all the while, its words haunting and its fulfillment fast approaching. "Dread thrice-shunned's rise heralds death. Broken kingdoms, shattered bonds, Reducing the waning light to but a distant whisper. Under sin, the daughter births a kindred spirit Tolling the war of void and stars for power nearest. Sinful winter shall clash with righteous sand, Inching towards an eclipse. Death heralds the end, the end heralds the beyond." ........ Readers will learn about the world as Lokus does. However, if you have questions and I deem them okay to answer without spoiling anything, I'll be more than happy to reply. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for Lokus to learn about them. The power system is inspired by both cultivation novels and rpgs, and the world itself by several fantasy books I loved growing up. If you like gritty scenes, systems, no harems, and struggles between good and evil, this might be the story for you.
A Change
Other than the smooth stump of where her right arm used to be, Sakari appeared to be as hale and hearty as usual, and even her tattoo had been restored, something that surely would have surprised Lokus had he been able to see it.
What he could feel with his Domain, however, was the way her chest rose and fell, and the way her eyelids fluttered as if she was having a bad dream. And as they watched, those eyelids began to blearily open, and Sakari rose to a sitting position, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
Endalia hurriedly moved to wrap Sakari's borrowed cloak back around the nude woman's form, much to the disappointment of the men in the crowd, then bowed her head low in Herbert's direction. "Thank you, I don't know what I would have done if my sister had not made it."
Herbert nodded with a kind smile. "It was no trouble. I-."
"If you're done," interrupted a derisive voice, "then I'll be breaking up this little talent show."