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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed. Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation. But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’. Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage. P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it. *** I do not own the cover, will remove it if asked. --- join the discord server : discord.gg/fkTbUfBRsH

Grand_Void_Daoist · Fantasy
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The Awakened Doyle

Lucius and Kiana watched as his eerie yellow eyes opened up. The sclera of the eye was yellow in color while the pupils were red in color. And at the very center of the pupil, a black dot could also be seen.

This was one of the major changes that had appeared in Doyle's physiology. His eyes were enough to strike fear in most people's hearts, while those that were of weaker will might just faint from one look.

Lucius nodded his head upon seeing this and approached the newly awakened Lost.

"Listen to me, Doyle," Lucius called out.

"Hmm?" Doyle let out a strange grunt as he turned his neck in a rather extreme manner to look at Lucius.

It was even a bit grotesque to see a neck stretched in a manner like that and if it were any normal human, they would have likely damaged their neck at that point. But to Doyle, who was now a lost, this seemed like a natural posture.