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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.

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Lokus admired the objects in silent wonder, staring at them until a stinging pain in his eyes forced him to look away. He had never seen such things before.

"Wait, you can't see out of that thing at all?" Endalia asked him. "Why the hell do you wear it all the time, then?"

"It expands the range of my Domain," Lokus replied. He rubbed his closed eyelids with the back of his mask-holding hand in an attempt to be rid of the burning underneath, but it was futile. "Plus, it's how I talk to Ibmund."

"Who-mund?"

"Ibmund. It's-it's one of my Egones. Agh, this hurts."

"It's your own fault for looking directly at the bulb," chuckled Endalia. "Now, what's this about an Ibmund? I thought you only had the staff and that weird amulet."

"I have three. Ibmund, in the mask; Cycle, in the amulet; and Dirge, in the staff. Ibmund was actually my first Egone."

"…You named your staff Dirge?"

Lokus shrugged. "Seemed appropriate."