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Kael Viremont: The Last Light Screams

The world remembers him only in whispers. In stories meant to frighten children. In scriptures sealed behind church vaults. In the charred ruins of cities that dared to stand tall. They call him many things. The Lord of Endless Midnight. The Sovereign of Ashes. The Demon of the Last Light. No one speaks the name he once bore. No one remembers the man. His throne sits atop a black citadel built where no grass grows. No birds sing above it. No stars shine above its towers. The land around it decays — not because he wills it, but because the gods themselves turned their eyes away from him. He does not speak. He does not smile. He does not sleep. Only once in a while, when the flames of war flicker low, he dreams — and the world trembles. In those dreams, there is no blood. Only a woman’s laughter, soft and warm. A child running through wildflowers. A fire in a hearth that smells like safety. Faces blurred by time, yet never truly forgotten. He wakes. He feels nothing. And so he marches again. The world believes he seeks conquest. That he wishes to drown the continent in darkness. But that is not the truth. The truth is worse. He is not here to rule. He is here to erase. To burn the world that betrayed him, not out of hatred… but because it no longer deserves to exist. He tried to protect it once. He begged. He bled. He trusted. And for that, they fed him to the flame — and made him need the darkness. It was not always like this. He was not always this. He once had a name. He once had a family. He once had a friend who called him brother. They are gone now. He remains. Not Kael Viremont, the Duke of the Western Vale. No. That man died in chains of ash and blood. What remains now… ...is a silence the gods cannot bear to hear. Let the world scream his name in fear. Let them curse the night he fell. Let them pray to empty heavens. For the last light is long gone. And its scream has only just begun.
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The Hollow Resonance

He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the fastest. And no—he wasn’t born chosen. His name was Kamanuzzaman, and if history remembers him, it will not be because of fate. It will be because he broke it. He grew up watching the same loop: the powerful rising, the powerless repeating. Justice postponed. Mistakes recycled. Hope dangled like bait in front of those too tired to question. Some called it society. Others called it balance. He called it a curse with a pretty name. The world doesn’t need heroes. It needs a malfunction. If history is a wheel, then he will be the stone in its spokes. He was quiet at first. Observant. The kind of boy who never spoke in class, but always knew the answer. They thought he was harmless. Until the patterns started to make sense to him. And when patterns make sense, so do their weaknesses. He didn’t want to save the world. He wanted to change the rules it played by. Not to become a god. Just to stop being a pawn. They fear being wrong. HE fear being right—because it means this system works as intended.” There’s a legend passed down in his world, from a philosopher named Sir Faiyaz Hasan, a man who once whispered: All truths rot into rules. And all rules become prisons. Kamanuzzaman listened. He listened too deeply. Until silence itself began to echo. They called him mad, but he was just more awake than they could bear. This is not a story of light versus dark. There are no heroes here. No villains. Only recursion… and the boy who defied it. This is the story of The Hollow Resonance— The moment when an ordinary boy refused to live inside a repeating answer, and chose to become the error in the equation. He don’t want to live forever. he want to live once—and make it impossible to forget.
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The Hollow Man (By V.Mortalis)

In the war-scarred aftermath of World War I, decorated veteran Captain Alexander Gray returns to a Britain he no longer recognizes—and one that no longer recognizes him. Haunted by the horrors of the trenches and tormented by visions he cannot explain, Gray finds himself drawn to a remote village after receiving word of a fellow soldier’s mysterious death. But what begins as a search for truth unravels into a descent into paranoia, guilt, and madness. As Gray delves deeper into the village’s silence and his own fractured memories, he begins to suspect that the true enemy may not lie outside—but within. Plagued by fragmented flashbacks, cryptic messages in his own handwriting, and inexplicable clues pointing back to his past, Gray's grip on reality falters. Was the war ever truly over? Or did it simply bury its dead inside him? Trapped between the ghosts of what he’s done and the growing realization of what he’s become, Gray must confront a devastating truth—one that will shatter everything he believes about heroism, redemption, and himself. The Hollow Man is a dark psychological horror novel set in a grimly realistic postwar world. Gritty, emotional, and unrelenting, it explores the corrosive power of trauma, the frailty of the human mind, and the terror of discovering that the real monster may be the one staring back from the mirror. The war ended. But his war never did. And some sins don’t stay buried.
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