RighteousFilth

In a world where one's worth is determined by Archons—godlike entities who watch over everything—the least you can hope for is to get picked by the most lowly of them.

Raith was chosen by the Archon of failure and death. 

Having emerged from one of the three greatest family, he was forced to leave the family and began a lonely journey of being a Hero as he has always wanted. 

Hero–that was the only way Raith could redeem himself and be acknowledged by the world. 

But this Archon is just too useless!

However, everything changes on the day when Raith dies for the first time. 


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Requiem Of A Failed Hero

"What do you mean fight? Why will I fight you?"

Raith said, his voice bending with caution. He unintendedly took a step back as the asura was about to start talking.

"Fear. I can smell you fear so well. It's strong, it's irritating, it disgust me… feels my lungs with embers of withered tree, one that was supposed to survive harsh times, grow, spread it branches like wings and reign among the clouds. But withered."

Raith paused, slowly gulped as his eyes stared on the asura's golden eyes that pierced the deepest darkness of his soul with its glow.

But Raith understood where he was getting at. Was he scared of fighting Thard - Harl? Definitely. Every fiber of his being spoke of it. Even as Raith heard the asura say the word "fight" he had begun to sweat over his forehead.

Feel Fear