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Never Lose Again

Firstborn again

Cain, humanity’s first murderer, carries the weight of a millennia-old sin. Cursed by God to wander the Earth eternally, he witnessed empire after empire crumble under the same vices that stained his hands: envy, greed, humanity’s inescapable violence. His punishment was not just exile, but the lucidity to watch history repeat itself—until a shadowed entity offered him an escape. A pact that tore through the veils between worlds, hurling his soul into **Ethos**, a realm even the gods have abandoned. Reborn as **Prometheus**, firstborn son of the distrustful Baron Alaric of House Mirewood, Cain faces a paradoxical fate: a youthful body, but a soul corroded by centuries of guilt. In Ethos, magic is a wild and corrupted force, wars between noble houses are waged with blood and betrayal, and ancient creatures—remnants of a forgotten past—rise from the forests to devour the unwary. Worse than any monster, however, is the Baron’s gaze, which sees something unnervingly alien in his "son": a youth with the bearing of a veteran of a thousand battles and eyes that have witnessed the world’s end. As Cain struggles to hide his true identity while wielding his ancient cunning to survive, dark secrets emerge. The entity that brought him to Ethos acts not out of benevolence—every step Prometheus takes in this new world feeds a cosmic design, where his very soul may be the key to unleashing chaos worse than his fratricide. Amid fragile alliances with ambitious sorcerers, battles against beasts that defy reason, and the ghost of Abel haunting his dreams, Cain must confront the question that has tormented him since the Garden of Eden: Can the damned find redemption in a world already born rotten? But Ethos is no refuge. It is a mirror. In its corrupt courts, he sees the greed that once consumed him; in its senseless wars, the echo of his own crime. And when the shadowed entity finally reveals its true face, Cain realizes his escape may have only been the beginning of a deeper condemnation—one where he is not just the prisoner, but the jailer himself. Now, torn between the thirst for redemption and the instinct to survive, Prometheus must decide whether Ethos will be the stage for his rebirth… or the final grave of all hope. For even in a new world, the sins whisper his name—and they have not forgotten.
Lucas_Senna_0137 · 351 Views

Almost, Always, Never

I remember whispering those words, my voice swallowed by the wind as I gazed at him from afar—the boy who once promised me forever. “I’ll find you when we grow up. I’ll search the world just to be with you again.” He had said it with such certainty, as if the universe itself had written our fate in the stars. I held onto that promise like a lifeline. But time has a cruel way of unraveling even the strongest of vows. I waited. And waited. And waited. But he never came back. When I finally searched for him, desperate to fill the aching void he left behind, I found him—smiling, holding someone else’s hand, walking beside her like she was his world. I became nothing more than a stranger to him, a forgotten chapter in his story. Yet, in that single moment, my heart shattered as if I had been foolish enough to believe love could defy time. “I searched and found you,” he murmured, standing before me once more, his gaze unreadable. But fate is unkind. I had spent years chasing a shadow, drowning in an ocean of longing, only to reach the shore and realize he had already built a home without me. “I loved you… Goodbye.” I turned away, but he caught my wrist, his grip trembling. “Please,” he pleaded, “this time might be ours.” Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I pulled away. I had spent too long waiting for him to return, only to find that love had never truly been mine to keep. “I still love you,” I whispered to the wind. “And I’m glad that, for a moment, you knew.” That night, I lay in bed, feeling both relieved and empty, my heart a battlefield of memories and unfulfilled dreams. Years passed. I grew older. I lived, I breathed, but I remained alone. And one day, as sleep embraced me like an old friend, I wondered—would my heart ever stop searching for him? Or would someone finally find me and lead me toward a destiny where love no longer meant waiting in vain?
Helixj · 358 Views

Born to Love You, Cursed to Lose You

Raelvar, the Shadow Phoenix, was born into a revered lineage of warriors who ruled the skies with vast celestial armies. Destined for greatness yet haunted by an inner emptiness, he longed for something beyond conquest. Aelthara, the Goddess of the Wild and eternal guardian of nature, embodied everything Raelvar was not—mysterious, untamed, and deeply attuned to primal magic. At a celestial gathering, Raelvar was instantly captivated by her ethereal beauty and commanding presence. While others fawned over him, she regarded him as just another warrior-prince, blinded by pride and destruction. Obsessed with her defiance and raw spirit, Raelvar’s initial admiration soon transformed into an all-consuming desire. He attempted to win her favor with grand gestures—summoning storms, crafting golden clouds, and offering powerful relics. Yet Aelthara remained indifferent, uninterested in treasures or power, and steadfast in her belief in love and harmony. Her rejection only deepened his fixation until his admiration warped into possessiveness; he began to monitor her every move, seeking to control whom she met and where she went. However, Aelthara’s heart had already chosen another: Elyon, the Silver Serpent. Their bond, transcending time and steeped in destiny, offered her the balance of wisdom and strength she cherished—a stark contrast to Raelvar’s aggressive nature. Confronted with the truth that her love lay elsewhere, Raelvar’s obsession twisted into fury. He could not fathom Aelthara choosing a being he deemed lesser, and the very thought drove him to madness. Elyon was no mere rival but a thief, in his eyes, who had stolen what was rightfully his. Blinded by rage and possessiveness, Raelvar betrayed all he once stood for. In the sacred Church where Aelthara and Elyon had vowed their eternal love, he struck with merciless precision, ending Elyon’s life. This act shattered Aelthara’s heart, and in her grief and fury, she cursed him. Condemned to an endless cycle of reincarnation, Raelvar was doomed to wander through lifetimes in torment, forever searching for a love he could never reclaim. Thus, Raelvar’s once-brilliant love—now corrupted by obsession and power—became his greatest downfall. What began as admiration for Aelthara’s untamed spirit ended in betrayal and ruin. For when love is possessed and forced, it loses its purity and becomes a path to devastation.
Phenom1 · 2.8K Views
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