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The Last Faith Whip

The last Shadows

The war against the Twelve was not swift. It was a battle fought in the shadows of a dying world, a conflict that raged through cities swallowed by nature and wastelands stained with the echoes of fallen empires. As the Last Shadows turned to the service of the dark god, their power grew beyond mortal comprehension. They bent the elements, tore apart the very fabric of reality, and reshaped the lands with their will. Under their rule, the world twisted, the strongholds they once built becoming temples of their newfound master. Humanity, once protected by them, became enslaved to their desires. Worshippers of the dark faith flocked to them, forming the Cult of the Abyss, an organization that worked to spread their influence across the lands. Yet even as they stood as godlike rulers, whispers spread of a man who would challenge them. Alexandra the Great, a warrior of flesh and blood, defied the titans of the old world with nothing but steel and will. His forces were small at first—scattered survivors, mercenaries, and zealots from the churches of the Five Gods who believed he was the chosen one to purge the darkness. As word of his victories spread, more rallied to his banner. The Faithbound Orders, the warrior monks of the Gods of Strength and Dominion, anointed him as their champion, granting him weapons forged in the flames of divine power. The first battle between Alexandra and the Last Shadows took place in the ruins of Avalon, where the Twelfth Shadow ruled. It was there that Alexandra revealed the first of the Cold Weapons, blades that could sever the connection between an Ascendant and their power. The battle was long and brutal, but when Alexandra drove his sword into the Twelfth Shadow’s chest, something unprecedented happened—the once-immortal titan fell, his essence shattered, his influence extinguished. This victory marked the beginning of the true war. One by one, the Last Shadows fell, their reign unraveling under the might of Alexandra’s forces. The strongholds of the dark faith crumbled, the Cult of the Abyss fractured, and the chains binding humanity were broken. But victory did not come without cost. Alexandra's war was not only against the Twelve, but against the corruption that they left behind. Each battle took a piece of him—his humanity, his soul. By the time he reached the First Shadow, the one who had risen from the burning ruins, Alexandra was no longer the man he once was. The weight of countless deaths, the burden of power, and the whispers of the same dark forces that had tempted the Twelve bore down upon him. When the First Shadow finally fell, Alexandra stood alone on the battlefield. The churches that had once supported him now feared him, for he had become something more than human, yet not entirely divine. He had slain the Last Shadows, but at what cost? In the aftermath, he vanished from history. Some say he walked into the abyss to face the god who had corrupted the Twelve. Others claim he ascended, becoming something beyond mortal understanding. But the truth remains lost to time. With the fall of the Last Shadows, the world changed once more. The Re-Civilization Era had begun. The Age of Reclamation was on the horizon. But even as peace settled upon the world, the name of the missing warrior remained spoken in whispers. For many feared that one day, Alexandra the Great would return—and if he did, would he be a savior once more, or something far worse?
Shamelesswritter23 · 2.7K Views

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.
JuniKelv_ · 31.9K Views

The Last Killer

Dia menggunakan hasrat untuk menjerat orang lain, dia menggunakan darah sebagai godaan, dia menggunakan penampilannya sebagai penyamaran. Seperti serigala, dia memburu mangsa dalam bayang-bayang. Dia termasuk dalam daftar pembunuh berantai yang paling dicari FBI. Dia hidup dengan hukumnya sendiri, Lex Talionis. Dia melakukan segala sesuatunya dengan caranya sendiri, mandiri dan sembrono. Dia memberi dirinya sendiri namanya sendiri: Sha Qing ———— Pertama kali keduanya bertemu secara resmi: "Tujuan penjara bukanlah untuk menghancurkan kehidupan orang-orang; itu dimaksudkan untuk mengganti rantai hukum dan moralitas yang rusak, untuk mengikat binatang buas di hati mereka lagi, sampai benar-benar takluk." Kata Leo. "Setiap orang memiliki binatang buas di hati mereka, agen, begitu juga kau." Sha Qing mengulurkan jari telunjuk dan menunjuk ke hati Leo. "Ya, tapi tidak sepertimu, aku akan menggunakan rantai besi itu untuk menguncinya dengan erat di dalam sangkar." "Tidak semudah yang kau pikirkan, Leo. Segala sesuatunya selalu berubah, dan sering kali di luar kendalimu ..." Dengan bibirnya yang berlumuran darah, dia tiba-tiba mencium agen FBI yang tercengang itu. Rasa asin berdarah menyebar di mulut mereka dan kontak yang berapi-api itu cukup untuk membakar ujung lidah mereka. Mata Leo tiba-tiba terasa berat, tetapi wajahnya tidak menunjukkan kejengkelan karena diperhitungkan. "Apakah kau juga menghitung ini?" Dia mengangkat pergelangan tangannya dengan susah payah, lalu menutup matanya. Sha Qing melihat ke bawah dan melihat sepasang borgol baja telah mengikat pergelangan tangan kirinya dengan tangan kanan yang lain. Dia menundukkan kepalanya dan mencium rambut basah dan berdebu milik lelaki yang sedang tidur itu, dan berkata dengan suara lembut: "Selamat tinggal, singa muda yang pemberani." Dia kemudian melepaskan tangannya sendiri untuk melepaskan belenggu yang mengikat mereka bersama. Sha Qing berdiri dan berjalan pergi, sampai sosoknya menghilang dalam kegelapan...
Elhafasya · 929 Views

The Last Patriot

The Second World War ended not in fire, but in compromise. A fragile peace was forged between the United States, the Soviet Union, and the Third Reich after Germany conquered most of Europe. With the formation of a United Nations dominated by four veto powers—USA, USSR, TR, and UK—the world avoided mutual destruction. But beneath this uneasy alliance, a new war brews: not for land or ideology, but for superiority of the human race itself. In the ashes of the old war, the Third Reich unveils Eric, a being born and bred in a laboratory—faster than bullets, stronger than tanks, and presented as the "true potential of the Aryan race." As panic ripples across the globe, the U.S. rushes to respond. Led by brilliant scientist Natalie, the CIA initiates Project Liberty, transforming returning war hero Logan into the American Sentinel—a patriotic symbol of hope in a world sliding toward chaos. In the East, the USSR crafts its answer: Nikolai, a guilt-ridden airman haunted by his past, is reborn through a pain-fueled transformation into the Red Guardian—a reluctant savior torn between duty to his nation and love for his family. As these superpowered icons rise, so do the shadows behind them: Greta, Eric's manipulative handler, schemes to rule the Reich as his empress. Rebecca, Logan’s estranged wife, seeks a life untouched by war’s long reach. Boris, a Soviet general, treats Nikolai as little more than propaganda. And hidden in the Arctic ice lies a secret that predates even Eric—the First Superman. When a global summit descends into fear and threats, and world leaders start falling mysteriously, it becomes clear that peace was only a pause. Eric seizes power in Germany and launches a new wave of conquest—first in the East, then West—threatening to turn the Earth into his empire. Caught in a three-way war between fascism, communism, and democracy, Logan and Nikolai must confront not only each other, but the deeper truth: Are they heroes of their nations, or prisoners of their flags? In the ruins of Moscow, as Eric stands poised to conquer all, the final battle will decide more than the fate of the world—it will determine what it means to be human in an age of gods.
Danish_Razdan · 3.4K Views
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