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Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Reader_IO · 10.3K Views

The Fake king

In all the books and stories I’ve read, family was always the pillar of strength that pushed you forward when everything else abandoned you. I always loved that phrase that kept repeating: *"Even if the whole world is against you, your family will stand by your side."* But my story… was the complete opposite of those tales. I was born as the second child—the unwanted one. The entire world was on my side, but my family… was against me. All the love and attention were poured onto my older brother. He was the perfect son, the star that never faded from my parents’ sky. And me? I was the shadow, barely noticeable. What I received from them was nothing but neglect—or worse… beatings and abuse. I still remember the day my life changed forever. It was just another fight between us, but this time, it ended with them getting rid of me—throwing me out into the streets at the age of ten. But my misfortune didn’t stop there. As I wandered aimlessly through the streets, a thief attacked me, stabbing me with a cold blade. I felt life slowly slipping away from my body, and as I closed my eyes, I thought that my end had finally come. Yet when I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the streets of my city. I found myself in a world eerily familiar, as if I had somehow slipped into one of the novels I had read before. It felt like a strange dream—until I realized the bitter truth: I had reincarnated into the body of the forsaken prince. A prince who had suffered the same fate I had known in my first life. But this time, his end was even more tragic. He had been deceived, hated by everyone, and in the end… he was brutally and disgracefully executed. Damn this wretched world. And damn the bastard who brought me here. I never asked for a second chance. Spare me your nonsense and just let me die in peace…
Halimo · 4.1K Views
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