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The Shadow of Great Britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)
Chasing Time · 149.1K Views

Slumbering Sloth

In a world where the powerful ruled with an iron fist, one boy was dealt the worst cards—first by fate, then by the world, and finally by an Outer God. With each passing moment, he spiraled deeper into a reality determined to break him. One day, as the pool of blood bubbled and rumbled in an ancient temple of malignance, a young man emerged from the depths. Beasts roared in a twisted symphony, and his body radiated a bloody strength that no one could contain. He paused, a thought crossing his mind as he got out from the blood pool: "I'm really not a Demon." One day, as the massive corpse of a dragon lay idle, it shriveled, losing all its grandeur and dignity. Its desecrated body pulsed with dark energy, and from its stomach erupted a sharp, tyrannical sword aura, cutting through the air with lethal precision. A figure emerged, his black robe now stained blood red, his blood-red vertical eyes gleaming with a demonic fire. As he stood, surrounded by the lingering aura of death, he thought, "I’m really not a Demon." One day, when the Blood Moon shone in all its glory, and the Demon Sect was at its peak, the Gates of the Demon Sect were shattered, and their Sect Halls lay in ruin. In the heart of their Demonic Lands, signs of a cataclysmic battle were evident. Corpses, scattered like broken dolls, piled upon each other to form a massive mound. Atop this heap of death sat a figure, calm and unperturbed, bathed in moonlight. His four eyes scanned the surroundings, and after a moment of contemplation, he thought rationally, "I only killed Demons, so that doesn’t really make me a Demon."
A_N_V · 3.4K Views

The destroyer,of the clans,sects and factions.

A man cladded in a black rode walked up the mountain to finally meet his nemesis the guardian ancestors which is ironically led by his great grandmother,he looked back and all he could see where people he had already slaughtered he sighed" maybe I shouldn't have been born anyway" as if getting back to his senses he roared "I don't care,I make decisions and I don't regret them " his voice echoing through vast space that was filled with bodies,every step he took he remembered his losses all of them weighing heavily on him he paused then looked up and behold they where there waiting patiently for him he could smell their helplessness but that wasn't going to stop him from destroying them.on the largest mountain in the universe they stood waiting for him guardian ancestors of clans, sects and factions this people where literally gods but they couldn't help but swallow heavily,the nearer the harbinger of destruction came,the funniest thing is that they knew they couldn't beg,many of them actually wished he could spare them but they also "understood" he couldn't.Their leader the guardian ancestor of the clans sighed and spoke"Here he his everyone,my great grandson the one that has been destined to destroy and put an end to us finally,I hate to break it to you I'm out of motivation at this point it seems this the finally the end"then she clapsed her hand seeing her the guardians also clapsed their hands transferring their essence to their leader who was getting powered up every seconds,then the man arrived upon seeing them he scoffed"I can't believe the guardian ancestors are also making final struggles how touching" then he burst out laughing but the laughter was more of a pained one,all of a sudden his demeanor changed to a very cold and chilling one with a devilish smile he said"well pls put up a good enough fight"
spiritualwriter · 443 Views
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