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Ways To Be Wicked Mha

Twisted Ways of Heaven

Fate knows that timid people won't amuse her, so she serves them plain death as a conclusion. Being a meek person, the sixteen year old Kanito Aramishi's dreams were modest – living a decent and respectful life. If there was something he hated the most, it was standing out. He hated becoming the centre of attention. However one day, his biggest fear came true, a life-changing event uprooted him from his life of sweet normalcy. Returning home one night from his high school's farewell party, Kanito finds himself struck in an array of supernatural events. He is stabbed in the chest by a mysterious man and as he is about to die, he sees ferrocious, otherworldly creatures appear out of countless red portals. As he was about to die, contemplating his mysterious death, He sees a blue portal in the sky from where a man comes down to save him. In a desperate attempt, the man takes Kanito to a totally different world. There he finds out that a mysterious race called the "demons" have waged a war against possibly every life form in existence. The night he bid farewell to his school became the night when he bid farewell to his own world. He accquired the status of a refugee, a stain that he will carry forever. The destruction of Earth was a permanent, irreversible loss and there was no home to look back and admire. Hence, the sole goal of Kanito's life became achieving the dream of living a normal life even in this abnormal situation. However in doing so, Kanito who once considered himself a humble, modest and just individual finds his morals dwindling. What is this growing cruelty inside? Is violence, hatred and horror justified in a cruel world? What will Kanito choose – the newfound cruelty or the long-cherished empathy? Those will answered as the march of time continues revealing the refugee's and eventually the world's true purpose.
Flavian_09 · 12.8K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 14.1K Views

The Wicked God

My name is Void…that's it. I was named inside a orphanage, but that's not the reason I was named “Void” I was named Void because when I was a child they said my eyes were always empty like a void, and they didn't know what else to name me, so they stuck with it. But enough about my name, let's get into how I was transmigrated to another world. One day, I was in my apartment thinking to myself until I received a phone call. The person who called me was a coworker informing me of the news that everyone in town knew except me, of course. She said that a bright red light would shine from an empty alleyway, then disappear after 10 seconds. She also mentioned people have went missing and being spotted with their limps cut off in the same alleyways the red lights would appear. Now at the time I didn't believe a word she said, but I went along with it. It was probably some kids shining lights while bullying other kids, or just some type of stupid rumor created by some drunk idiot and a drug addict. Since I was around 16 years old, I always thought that I was missing something or that I didn't belong. It was the same feeling people get when you forget something, the second you think about it and try to remember. But this feeling soon disappeared when I encountered the bright red light, which I found out was a portal spawning in an alleyway. After entering the portal I felt as if I was finally getting what I was missing, and I was finally free as if I was a God stuck inside a human's body caged like a wild animal, but finally let out of the torturing cage. “That's right…on the day I made contact with the red portal, I became a God in the making but nonetheless still a God. KEKEKEKEKE…. I'm a God…a God made to destroy… The Voided God…”. Tags- Monsters, Gore, Selfish mc,
LazyG0d · 7.1K Views
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