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

<p>"Are you two fools done yet? How dare you insult us with your blatant disregard. We are noble vampires, children of the Blood Sovereign. We will not allow our honor to be besmirched by two soon to be dead imbeciles!"</p>

<p>Anathema once more looked towards the vampire and although her face was hidden, the vampire could strangely feel her malevolent grin. He shuddered and even his horse took a step back in fear. He had never felt such a menacing presence before and the rest of what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.</p>

A Daemon's might (2)