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>Lenia frowned in annoyance. To be summoned by such pathetic scum was not something she felt comfortable about. She knew that there would be such an event, but it didn't make her feel any better at having to partake in it. She could just order her army to attack or ignore the Dark Elves who were approaching a central position between the two armies. However, this would be going against military protocols which were common in that world and while she didn't care for such rules, she didn't like the idea of bringing any disgrace to her master. It wasn't that big of a deal just to go and see what the Dark Elves had to say. She just didn't like it, but even more so than that was disappointing her master who she knew might be looking through her eyes even now.  </p>

<p>"I will not disappoint you master." She mumbled to herself and grit her teeth with reluctance.  </p>

Spider Queen (3)