Keriv136

"Gods? Magic? Fantasy? Nonsense."

An-Namrud never cared for any of those things. All that mattered was his work. The Tower of Babel. 

This would prove it to everyone... that gods do not exist.

Until one day, it all came crashing down. His world destroyed, and his soul trapped in a never ending cycle of reincarnation.

After countless cycles, he finally escaped with only the thoughts of revenge against those who had cursed him with this fate.

Been away for a long time, but I am trying to make a come back to writing. Please be patient and continue to support me as I start writing again. I will try to update at least 1 chapter a week for now with more if I can.

Empire of Souls

The Orc chieftain glanced over at her. He had heard what she said, but before he could ask anything further an intense beam of light shot out from the finger of the Angel. It was so bright that it blinded the Orc chieftain temporarily and caused intense pain dropping him to the floor. The Dragon King was caught completely unaware by this attack and took a direct hit. It would have been impossible to avoid the attack anyway as it was a beam of light.


Although it was a direct hit, it only did moderate damage to the Dragon King. However, he could no longer underestimate his foes. This Angelic being was not weak, and her spell was clearly a high level one. The Dragon King had no idea even what spell it was.


"Who are you?" The Dragon King asked, pain clear in his voice.


"I am Lariel, once an Angel of Justice. Lady of the Scales, Warden of the Celestial Tarthan'Kul, Heavenly minister and enactor of punishments. Now.. I am Fallen."


Dragon King (3)