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Saga of The Night God

................. “7.9 billion people, 3.8 billion of them are women. I saw millions of them in my lifetime, talked with thousands, known hundreds.” Yelled the man, while raising his hand toward the sky. “And...not a single...pussy for me…..god…why.” And burst out in tears. [5 minutes Before ] The person yelling at the god Erwin Tynan is a successful corporate slave because of his well-paid job at a multinational company. He had just had a dinner meeting with his slave colleagues and was waiting for his ride. Standing under the lamppost while enjoying the winter night, he said, "What a beautiful night," and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. And continued with a sigh, “sigh, it will become more beautiful if I have someone as beautiful as this night in my arms. " Saying this, he searched for a lighter in his pocket but couldn't find it. Suddenly, a hooded person approached Erwin while he was searching his pockets and pulled out a lighter from his jacket. Seeing the man approaching him suddenly Erwin was surprised and, seeing the lighter in the person's hand, he saiThanksanks man” And leaned forward to light his cigarette. Lighting his cigarette, he tries to get a glimpse of a person's face. After seeing the face, he was astonished. Because under the hood. It was a beautiful girl. Her skin was white as snow, her hair black as night, and her crystal red eyes and blood-soaked lips were challenging the night's beauty. Her expression was colder than ice and they enhanced her beauty more. But there was something wrong here because Erwin's astonished face was now grim. And had a wound on his stomach that certainly came from the knife in a woman’s hand. “Why?” he said painfully and fell over. ....... Discord link :- https://discord.gg/WNGARAePs2 join for character artworks

J_a_zzy · Fantasy
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181 Chs

Kirota Head

As Erwin's hand sliced through the creature's delicate skin, The small knife caused its insides to spill and within A crimson tide seeped out, staining his once clean hand, His eyes turned red, not with anger, but from a heart that could barely stand.

"I never wanted to die...I didn't deserve to die," he whispered, His voice quivering with immense pain, his heart utterly blistered. The memory of the event that led to his death and brought him to this world flooded his mind, and he was once again overwhelmed and twirled.

"Why?...why?...why?" Erwin's anguished cry echoed in the deserted land, As he continued to mutilate the lifeless creature with his hand. With each passing moment, his heartache grew deeper and his tears fell. A never-ending stream of sorrow, as the blood and the grass melded into a red swell. The skin of the creature slowly peeled off, revealing its innermost secrets. As Erwin's own anguish was laid bare, his emotions were at their highest peaks.