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Whispers of Light, Echoes of Darkness

After enduring a life filled with countless injustices at the hands of a merciless system, Alastor finally breaks free. But just as he begins to plot his long-awaited revenge, he finds himself thrust into a world far more perilous than he imagined—a realm shrouded in darkness, plagued by monstrous demons, where the only sanctuary lies within the hallowed walls of the Temple of Light. Alastor, sceptical to his core, scoffs at the notion of gods and blessings. Yet, without true faith, he knows survival in this treacherous land is impossible. His unorthodox solution? Brainwash himself into unwavering devotion. But Alastor’s mind proves more treacherous than any demon. The war between his rational side and his fanatically devoted persona spirals out of control, creating an inner battle as fierce as the external one. Irrational Alastor: “The God of Light is my guiding star and my life. I’ll protect his honour at any cost!” Rational Alastor: “Are you insane? The God of Light is a scumbag. Snap out of it!” Irrational Alastor: “Silence! He is pure and perfect and I won’t hear otherwise!” Rational Alastor: “Uagh! I want to kill myself.” In a world where enemies lurk both outside and within, can Alastor reclaim control of his own mind before he’s consumed by the divine madness he’s created? Or will his greatest enemy truly be himself? Alastor: You! God of light bastard, get your hands off me or else!
WingsofChaos · 1.2K Views

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 16K Views

O Deus vingativo em outro mundo sou eu?! não era só um jogo?!

‘Como foi que isso aconteceu’ O jovem, praticamente um garoto olhava para a cena em sua frente. Em apenas uma olhada era possível ver dezenas de pessoas, mais atentamente ele tinha certeza que podiam ser centenas ou milhares, de pessoas se prostrado em sua frente. Desde o centro da praça da cidade até as ruas adjacentes na frente do templo, com uma similaridade assustadora com oque acontecia no Vaticano quando o Papa fazia algum discurso. O jovem sentado em um trono grande demaia para ele, dentro de um templo de mármore podia ver a expressões de felicidade, reverência, gratidão e em alguns uma pequena pitada de medo. Não que ele prestasse muita atenção nos demais, sua atenção era atraída principalmente para o grupo diretamente abaixo do trono. Esse grupo era composto de pessoas de várias idades desde velhos com cabelos grisalhos e enrugados, mas com corpos estranhamente saudáveis e com posturas eretas como postes, há jovens de várias idade incluindo crianças. Oque esse grupo tinha em particular tinha em comum expressão que tinham, só podendo ser descritas como fanáticas enquanto olhavam o jovem. A única coisa que se passava na cabeça do jovem, cento dessa atenção desmedida era simplesmente… ‘Como as coisas ficaram assim?!!!! Eu só tava jogando um jogo!!!!’ ——————————— Em um quarto de um apartamento comum, em uma cidade comum. Um jovem aparentemente comum podia ser visto deitado na cama com um celular sobre o peito. O celular estava ligado e mostrava cenas do que parecia ser um jogo. Com uma pequena e intrigante coincidência de que o jovem sentado em um enorme trono dentro de um templo de mármore, era completamente idêntico ao jovem dormindo. ********************************************** Obrigado ao ImagineArt pela imagem
FereliX25 · 5.5K Views
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