For Vengeance, I Ascend Once More
[Warning: This novel can get brutal and has some some R18 scenes which you will be warned of at the beginnings of the chapters]
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What is existence?
It is divided into two Spaces.
The Mortis, where one can find Worlds.
The Immortis, where one can find Realms.
Both divided by a boundary that keeps the two separate.
However, as vast as this world is, only a single individual's story is relevant. A man who rose from the depths of a dark society in the Mortis and ended up being a symbol power, prosperity and fear in the Immortis. Revered and respect by experts of all realms of power. He was granted a title to acknowledge him as a powerful expert. A King.
However, there’s a saying in the Immortis.
‘Like the Mobius of Birth, one’s life always comes back around with all the vile darkness one thinks they’ve left behind.’
The man who had become a King, lost everything to a cycle that came to bite him in the back.
Betrayal.
Everything that he built. The wife he loved. The children he raised. All of it was lost.
He returned to square one.
Back to the Mortis, where he began.
Join him on his journey to ascend again. His fury is not abated. He wishes to tear down his enemies for they did.
The traitors for their betrayal.
Will he rise alone?
Will he follow the same path as the last time?
Will he overpower his enemies?
Find out in the story of a dark King.
The King of....
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"You are rage."
As he said so, he slashed down with the sword, his arms not quite able to bring down the sword in a perfect slash.
However, it was a slash nonetheless.
It was clumsy, but it was fine.
The young man raised his arms and grasped his sword above his head again.
"You are pain," he said as he slashed down with a better steadiness that made his slash look a bit more elegant.
The look in his eyes turned colder as the evening breeze brushed past him.
Before him was not the sea or the moon or the stars.
There was the face of his enemies as they dared to bring to ruin all that he had built.
"You are fear," he said as he brought down his sword again, its rusting blade showing nothing of the magnificence a sword should bear.
What was the True Way of the Sword?
It was to cause bloodshed.
It was to cause pain.
It was to cause sorrow.
It was to tear away families from their fathers, husbands, children, mothers.
Every weapon was forged to cut down a life.
Whether it was to protect or not.
A life would be taken by the silver blade as it slashed down.
The bulky man in the forge, hammering away at the heated metal would seek to make a sword stronger and sharpen it afterwards so it wouldn't fail to behead a foe.
A sword's purpose and instinct was to kill.
"You are torment!"
The young man slashed again with all his might, his slash being a silver light could be seen as it was lit in the night.
"You are war!"
He lowered his stance as he felt the sword slice through the air seamlessly.
"You are madness!"
The sword blew a bit of the sand on the shore as he swung down.
"You are destruction!" he said as he slashed.
'I will walk this path again. It has worked for me before and it will continue to work now,' he thought.
He slashed again.
'None shall remain standing when I return to the Realms above.'
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Cover is not mine....credit to artist..
Shade_Arjuun · Fantasy
