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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
Davi_Mations · 7.5K Views

The Strongest Hero? That Sounds Boring!

Maximus Void once ruled over everything. From the First Realm of mortals to the Ninth Realm of gods, his name inspired awe and fear in equal measure. His journey to the pinnacle of power was one of relentless ambition. He conquered nations, tamed beasts, and shattered the limits of magic itself. With every battle fought and every foe bested, he climbed higher. By the time he reached the summit of the Nine Realms, there was no question—he was the strongest being to ever exist. Yet, as Maximus gazed across the infinite landscape of the Ninth Realm, with its skies of eternal twilight and seas of liquid stars, he found no joy in it. There was nothing left to conquer. The thrill that had driven him for centuries, the fire that had burned within his soul, had long since dimmed. Where once there was excitement in facing the unknown, there now remained only the dull certainty of victory. His powers were so absolute that even the gods of old, those once feared and revered, became mere shadows in his presence. He had solved the mysteries of the cosmos, transcended the limits of creation, and now all that stretched before him was a life without challenge. “I've become... a prisoner of my own strength.” "This is... no life." The solution was simple, though the consequences were severe. He would erase his memories, sealed his power and scattered it across the realms. Not all of them—he needed to leave behind a single spark, something to drive him forward. He would remember his desire for adventure, his longing for a challenge, but nothing else. His godhood, his victories, his powers, and his title as the strongest being would all be sealed away within his mind, locked behind the scattered fragments of his power. "I want to enjoy the journey again." It was the only thing that mattered.
Almiron94 · 2.9K Views
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