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

After speaking with the Daemon in the throne room, Aleks wandered for a bit in thought while Lariel followed him silently. It was some time before he finally spoke.

"Lariel, what do you think of our guests?"

His voice was gentle, only to her would he reveal this side of him. Only in these moments was he vulnerable, revealing the fact that he was just a man despite all his power.

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