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Soul Knight Prequel Server

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
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Knights of the End

When a young man emerges into a ravaged village, wielding scythes and scarred with a scar, no one knows who he is—or why he fights. His name is Kant. And all he wants is to forget what he once was. But the past never forgets. His life is thrown back into action when a renegade demon makes him an offer he can't refuse. Now, Kant finds himself at the center of a war in the shadows: a demonic hunt for ancient artifacts. These objects grant their bearer powers: some sacred, the fruits of divine relics; others born of dark and forgotten curses. Alongside a team as broken as the world they try to protect, Kant vows to stop the demons from getting what they want. But with each battle, new omens emerge. Each scar, a reminder of what he was forced to become. And each step leads them to a destiny sealed ages ago: facing their own end. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse are riding. And Death is among them. "The best way to deal with the end... is to bring the Apocalypse." — Signed: Death. This is the official English version of my Brazilian light novel, "Cavaleiros do Fim". I'm zXAtreusXz (Gabriel de Morais), the original author, and I'm personally translating and adapting the story into English. The original Portuguese version is available on Novel Mania, a Brazilian platform for light novels. English isn't my first language, so I'm still learning and doing my best to adapt. Feel free to leave comments with feedback — whether about the story or the writing itself. It really helps! Hope you enjoy it!
zXAtreusXz · 6.3K Views
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