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Atlantis: The Twilight of the gods [BL]

Please check out my other works; Resolving My Ex-Fiance's Obsessions (Bl) The To Do List . . Xaloc's emotions did not fluctuate much, remaining calm even when his grandmother revealed herself to be Nyx, the goddess of the Night and hastily whisked the entire family to Shangri-La, the paradise of the gods. He remained calm even as he sneaked away to Atlantis to find his missing grandfather. But in Atlantis, Xaloc would not only find his missing grandfather, but he would also discover a world so dark and filthy that it would shatter his moral compass, forcing him to seek strength by all means necessary and do everything to come out on top. His path has been predestined, that is till he met Jamal. To Jamal, a transmigrator, the beginning of wisdom was the art of staying away from danger and he intended to follow it to the letter. However as he gets to know Xaloc, a thought came unbidden into his mind. Perhaps he could save the murderous villain. **** Excerpt Rule number two. Play with your hair…. Jamal suddenly stood up and Xaloc smiled as he twirled his hair behind his ears. Jamal moved over and gently touched his apprentice's hair. He brushed down the unruly soft hair before tying it into a low ponytail with a hair band... At least now, Xaloc's long hair would stop disturbing his reading, as a person with long hair, he understood the pain of controlling it. The smile on Xaloc's face instantly disappeared. The second rule did not work, it was a scam. It seems like seducing Jamal might not be as easy as he thought. Cowardly and always acting gong × Cold and determined shou __ PARTICIPATING IN THE WSA2022 COMPETITION# #Book cover not mine, gotten from Pinterest to be taken down at the artist's request.

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It is really beautiful. A beautiful killing sword." Just like its wielder.

"Hodur is not killing swords anymore." Jamal said quietly. "Now, it is more of a symbol, a deterrent. That does not mean it is weak though. Xaloc, the world now is only a hundredth of what it was during the prime of the gods. We have lost so much. Far too many people." 

Jamal picked up the garden shear to prune some flowers, his back facing Xaloc. It was really fascinating to watch how someone so strong and powerful could be so gentle.

His low monotone sounded again, "I know I am not the right person to ask. If it is possible, if you don't have to, then can you not kill?"

Xaloc stiffened and he got a little angry, "Is this because I asked for permission to take a mission? If Sir doesn't want me to go, then please say it. No need to cut through the corners."