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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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Suffering

As Willow was swallowed up by the black mist, she herself remained perfectly still. It was almost like she couldn't find a reason to move anymore. Apollo didn't move either, simply watching as the black mist around her continued to get thicker.

It did not take long for Willow's entire figure to be obscured.

From the outside, it almost looked like she was in a black cocoon, though she probably wouldn't become a butterfly after breaking out. The process itself continued on for a few minutes, and it didn't look like it would end any time soon.

While that was happening, another person appeared high in the air, from the little girl's side.

It was an old man with a cane.

The moment he appeared in the air, Hex let out a gasp.

"Why he here?!"

Apollo blinked a few times.

"Who is he?"

Hex let out a frustrated hum.

"Bad person! Very bad person! Make me hurt very much!"

Apollo tilted his head to the side ever so slightly.