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Moonlit Weavers: Demons of the Night

Jinzi
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Content Warning: This book contains explicit R18 scenes starting from Chapter 30, as well as depictions of gore, violence, and exploration of controversial topics. While there is a single primary female lead, it is important to note that the main character's romantic relationships extend beyond conventional expectations. ---------------- The darkness of the night is home to creatures born of negative thoughts and energy, and power and wealth are controlled by those who can harness their supernatural abilities. As Arathus finds himself reincarnated into an unfamiliar world, he quickly realizes that it is unlike anything he had ever known, a stark contrast to the tales of his previous existence. Instead of a realm filled with bloodshed and chaos, he enters a world where peace prevails and the presence of mythical creatures is merely a myth. Here, ordinary humans are the norm, devoid of the dark-red skin and menacing horns he saw all the time. But this world holds it's own dark secrets. Embracing his new identity as River Hart, he becomes entangled in a treacherous web spun with deceit and betrayal. But River is no ordinary man. He has a twisted sense of humor and a desire for every woman in the world. River's persona is far from conventional. He often stumbles into ill-advised situations but emerges from them like a shrewd predator, expertly manipulating the outcomes. With a twisted sense of humor and an absurd appetite for the lust, he gives paramount importance to the most trivial of matters, while feigning ignorance of issues of paramount significance. ---------------- He's a beacon of light, a shadow in the dark, A symbol of hope, despair's eternal mark. His eyes are like the river, deep and dark, A mysterious glint, like a question mark. With a heart so pure, a true work of art, His name resounds, the River Hart. -Jīnzi ---------------- Attention all mortals born after the year 2006, I strongly advise you to put down this novel and walk away, unless you want to know the forbidden secrets of your creation. It's like sneaking into your parents' room and finding out where babies really come from - it's just better not to know. But hey, if you're feeling rebellious and want to break some rules, go ahead and dive into the pages of this book. Just don't say I didn't warn you. Yours truly, The most handsome author who's about to spill some serious tea. ---------------- Please note that the cover image used for this book is not my original creation. If you are the rightful owner of this image and do not wish for it to be used, kindly leave a comment here, and I will promptly address the concern. ----------------
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

A/N: Ah Shit! Here we go again-

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The palace was cloaked in darkness, the only illumination coming from the flickering torches mounted on the walls. Lightning flashed outside, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the statues that lined the grand hall.

I sat on my throne, feeling the weight of my power and the burden of my loneliness. The air was thick with tension, and my heart pounded with anticipation.

Betrayal had become commonplace, and I had grown to trust no one. But now, as an army of billions gathered at my doorstep, I felt a surge of adrenaline.

"So many people, just for me," I mused, a wry smile crossing my lips. "How flattering."

"Should I call them cowards and keep myself in high regard?"

The ground shook with each deafening clap of thunder as if the universe itself trembled in fear. The wind howled outside, rattling the windows in their frames.

Suddenly, the massive doors leading to the chamber shook violently, the paintings on the walls rattling with every blow. I knew that beyond that door lay my destiny, and I stood ready to face it.

With a resounding crash, the pedals of the gate broke, and the silence was replaced by the sound of rain pouring into the chamber. The lightning outside illuminated the figures that entered, revealing the eighteen lords of the underworld leading the army of billions.

A massive surge of energy fell upon the castle, and I could feel my heart racing with excitement. The thunder outside grew louder and more frequent as if it were a premonition of the epic battle that was about to ensue.

As the eighteen lords stood before me, I could feel the weight of my power and the strength of my conviction.

They may have led the army of billions, but they have been nothing more than pawns in my game.

"My eighteen pawns of the underworld," I said in a low, menacing tone. "Took you long enough?"

Malphasar, the leader of the group, stepped forward, his eyes fixed on mine. "Your reign's now over, Arath-"

But before he could finish his sentence, I unleashed a torrent of energy that sent him reeling backwards.

"Hey," I said, cutting him off. "Kneel before you speak."

The tension in the room was palpable as the lords of the underworld cowered before me. I had been drained of my life force to the brink, but still, they feared me.

Malphasar, the leader of the group, lay at my feet, his body wracked with fear and awe. But even in his weakened state, he still had the audacity to speak.

"No point in showing that," he said, his voice trembling with fear. "We are aware that you're out of life force."

I looked down at him with contempt.

"Knowing that you came with these numbers," I said, my voice dripping with menace.

"I love the fear that you have for me etched deep inside your hearts."

The other lords looked on in horror as I towered over them, my eyes blazing with the fire of my will.

"That fear shall never fade away," I said, my voice ringing out over the room. "For as long as my name exists, you will always know the meaning of true power."

Nefarion, the third lord, stepped forward, his eyes fixed on mine.

"You may think you have power," Nefarion said, his voice filled with arrogance. "But you are nothing more than an empty vessel now."

"Empty vessel you say….I am a fucking God," I replied, a golden dragon of enormous size appearing behind me.

The dragon was my soul companion, and its presence alone was enough to strike fear into the hearts of many.

Nefarion and the other lords began to summon their own powers, creating an array of spells and attacks that came hurtling towards me. But my dragon and I were more than a match for them.

As the battle raged on, the sky overhead crackled with energy, and bolts of lightning shot down to the ground. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of charred flesh. The ground shook with each clash, and the very earth seemed to groan in protest.

I dodged the attacks with ease, moving with the speed of a bolt of lightning. With a flick of my wrist, I sent bolts of lightning crashing into the army ranks, blasting them apart.

The ground shook as I clashed with the lords, my fists slamming into their bodies with bone-crunching force.

The fight raged on, with each clash sending shockwaves across the landscape. The sky turned dark as black clouds gathered, and the thunder grew louder and more intense.

I summoned the nerves in the ground, tasked with burning the life force of the army but considering my own condition, they were really slow.

I used everything I could, but my abilities have been limited, and I couldn't even utilize more than ten per cent of them.

The battle continued for what seemed like hours, each side trading blows with ferocity. I summoned bolts of lightning to strike many, and they countered with powerful artefacts.

The air shimmered with energy as the two sides clashed, and the ground shook with each impact.

As the battle raged on, I felt the last of my life force slowly ebbing away. I fought on, driven by sheer willpower and determination, but my strength was waning.

They sensed my weakness and pressed forward, their attacks growing more fierce and brutal.

In the end, I was overwhelmed by the sheer force of their attacks. I fell to the ground, my body battered and broken.

The battlefield was a sight to behold, bodies strewn across the blood-soaked earth, the stench of death filling the air.

Lightning crackled through the dark sky, and the ground shook with each deafening clap of thunder. I stood, my body battered and bruised, but my will unbroken. The eighteen lords of the underworld stood before me, four of them still standing despite the massive loss of life.

I knew that this was my final stand, and I would not go down without a fight. Nefarion, the third lord, raised his sword and charged towards me, a look of determination etched on his face.

"It's not over yet," I muttered through gritted teeth, my voice barely above a whisper.

With the last of my will, I reversed the flow of energy inside me, my veins bulging, my eyes turning red, my hair going white, and my skin losing its touch.

Blood streamed out of my eyes as I glared at the four remaining lords standing before me. Nefarion, also survived a life-threatening wound to his chest.

"No one except me can take my life," I declared, my voice echoing through the battlefield.

"Get back, Nefarion!" shouted another lord, but it was too late.

My vessel burst with a deafening explosion that sent shivers through the ground. Even in my dying moments, all I saw was the fear etched on their faces.

As the light faded from my eyes, I knew that my legacy would live on and that someone would rise to take my place.

And with that, I let out my final breath, and darkness consumed me.