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Progenitor Sovereign Saga

Looking down upon those Who dare look up to high Is the sin of man When Jason Bloodswrite is taken through trials to become an adventurer for the kingdom at a young age, things start to go awry quickly as all hell breaks loose and the prophecy that was told eons ago starts to happen. Will Jason be able to survive the days until he can carve out a home for himself? Progenitor Sovereign Saga, Blood Feud is the first book in the Progenitor series. Watch as Jason becomes death incarnate and channels his demons into killing all who dare to oppose him reclaiming his rightful place as ruler. This is the first novel I have written, and if you like it you can also check out Summoners Dilemma, another book in a separate series that is also a part of the Progenitor saga. Once the book is finished, I will have the updated version with all errors removed published on Amazon, and will also have concept art added to some chapters, along with quotes for the chapters leading up to chapter 14.

INK_arcerated · Fantasy
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Heresy, part 3 Intrerlude

The oceans and seas of Earth are vast and quite mysterious, covering over 70% of our planet. It is interesting then to think that we know our planet so well, when the oceans are vast and unexplored. Us humans always tend to look up to the stars, and I believe that that is because we are scared. No, terrified of looking down. Scared of heights, scared of being looked down upon, scared of falling, scared of death. Is it all mental then that we continue to look up to the sky, when we don't even know what might live below us?

These are the thoughts that I have had when trying to come up with the perfect entity to rival that of gods and even my MC, Jason Bloodswrite, heir to the throne and king of the world. The gods have been caught up in their immortal strife against one another in their battle for dominance that they have forgotten to look below them, thinking that paying heed to those weaker and less powerful than them are useless and are not worthy of the effort to talk to.

This is likewise the way that most monarchs are, and how royals were. They would belittle and look down upon others that were 'beneath her station' out of fear that they too could one day be just like that. They held themselves up to an unreasonable standard and ruined others' lives.

The only thing able to stop things like this is something that can rival them. Something that can show them that the true person, the true kings and queens, below God himself, are those not that hold themselves higher than everyone else and flaunt there wealth, but those who have nothing and will still give themselves if it means protecting their innocence. Those people are the true kings, and they are never recognised not because they are unworthy but because they do not care to be recognised but to live their own lives and never have the push to do something great. We can see those heroes even today, but they become less and less. From civilian arrests to stopping kidnappings, these people who blend in with the crowd and only step up to the plate, when there is a reason for someone who can put everyone else above themselves, are the people that we should strive to be like. The people that are humble and would give up their own lives if it meant saving others. I also believe that this is the true meaning of hero, not some overpowered MC but someone who knows their limits and still pushes past them if it means saving someone.

In the murky depths of an unknown ocean, a spark of pure power touched down after eons of floating downwards into the black abyss of water.

As it touched the ocean floor, it crystallized into a beating heart, growing layers after layers of flesh as it sucked the mana in from its surroundings.

As the chords of flesh intertwined to create a singular being of flesh and blood, it held up its hands. Being so deep down created a strain on the body, making it require constant magical reinforcements in the muscular and skeletal structure, resulting in an extremely strong body. Then there was the fact that it was underwater, so it created gills for itself.

I have been resurrected into a frail body, but these conditions suit me. My new name will be… Gin the godspark, Merfolk god.