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

"Don't waste our time scum." growled Anathema with some disgust.

Anathema grumbled but kept her mouth shut and instead turned away. She was completely unsatisfied, but she was hesitant to cause trouble. Not because she was afraid of these mortals or because of Cladem's order, but because of their master.

"You, mortal. He is here, isn't he? I can feel him within you. How strange. Do not try to deny it, I already know. We Daemon are exceedingly sensitive to the soul. Do not be concerned, we are here to aid you. This here is a welcoming gift. We two offer our allegiance, and our service, as is the will of our master."

Gifts from beyond (1)