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

A blue and purple glow pulsed gently, shrouding this particular room in a calm haze. It was both magical and mysterious, adding a certain charm to the atmosphere. The sound of a crystal cracking broke the silence.

"One of my agents on the new continent is dead.. Eneran, how could this be? I only just spoke with him not long ago and he was alive and well."

Mythras was surprised by the sudden revelation and quickly attempted to ascertain what happened. She used her godly powers in an attempt to quickly deduce the truth, but she was strangely inhibited. She could see the body of the dead Eneran within a dark alley in a Human city, but not much more. There were no signs of any other life in the immediate vicinity. She attempted to recreate the scene of what happened, but she found her attempts to be stifled. There was a strange aura which she realized belonged to the Church of Murder after a quick scan with her divine intent.

Shadowy affairs (3)