The first project focusing on four protagonists within the same world set around fictional 14th-century Europe.
This is the first P.A.R.A.D.O.X. PROJECT focusing on 3 (+1) protagonists within the same world set around fictional 14th-century-esque Europe. Each story has its own protagonists (Male or Female Lead), genres (mainly Western Fantasy), and can be read as a standalone.

Status: Ongoing
Update(s) per week: 1
Words per chapter: 3000 - 6000

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‘A human or not; a king or a servant; hope or despair; a hero or a villain.’ 

Depending on one's perspective and how each story portrays, one will view an individual or a group as evil or virtuous. Because of that, it depends on the reader and listener to believe which one is the truth.

More people read and trust multiple (trusted?) sources that either complement or contradict one another. The contradiction becomes the source of debates between those who believe and those who don’t. 

From that difference in belief, two groups appear: The Majority and The Minority. The majority, having more people, suppress the minorities’ beliefs, claiming theirs, the majorities’, to be the truth. 

However, the majority are not only composed solely of those who share the same belief but also those who know the truth but afraid to admit it. They have to keep quiet and turn a blind eye for their safety.

The majority had to submit to those with power and authority. With the majority under control, those with power and authority can create, manipulate, and/or fabricate truth and lies by force. The reason was for one’s or group’s personal benefits.

In the end, there is no such thing as ‘absolute truth’; only sugar-coated lies created by the top. Don’t believe me? It is up to you to decide. Go and read it yourself.

P.A.R.A.D.O.X. PROJECT: Aeon Genesis

“Will those precious things leave or stay with you till the end?” 


Luxianne Verre Serafell, a kind witch who used to have everything in her life. But chains of misfortune happened to her after she knew who she was. She had to lose everything she holds dear. 


Having nowhere to stay or go, she wanders as a nobody from town to town, earning her living using her magic. She desires to spend the rest of her life living peacefully, but how long will she live in peace? 


“When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.” Proverbs 11:2. 


History holds little to no records pertaining to Luxianne Serafell, the witch and the author of Verum Satanae. Even the record itself had no information regarding her. 


“I am but the author. I am not the protagonist, neither is Vixon Wildrow. The true protagonist is Axel Skyfall.” 


That line was on the last page of the record, the index about the author herself. Luxianne's whereabouts were unknown. 


In an unknown underground library, after Vixon Wildrow crowned as the new emperor. 


The library was dim; the air was suffocating, and the smell of the soil was strong. The room was silent. Only the sound of burning candles and writing filled the solitude. In the middle of the room, a hooded woman fully covered in bandage wraps except for the right eye was writing using a quill and ink. 


Her blue eyes never left the parchment. She would cough sometimes, letting out a soft whimper but she didn’t slow down. 


“Everyone has to know the truth,” she thought as she kept writing. 


After a while, she stopped as she held her mouth with her hands. Blood started dripping as she began coughing blood, drenching her bandages covered hands and mouth. Luckily for her, the blood didn't touch her writings. 


She wrapped another bandage and tried to continue writing, but her hands trembled and her sight blurred as she reached for her quill. 


“How much time do I have, Father?!” she thought in desperation. “I will accept my punishment when the day comes, but let those people hear the truth first. Even though he is a—!” 


Her condition worsened as she coughed heavily. She puked blood, drenching the fresh bandage. She couldn’t even write anymore as her hands gave up on her. 


“How many copies have I made?” she thought. 


She glanced back. The library was full of her writings. 


“I have written this much?" she thought as she smiled. “That’s enough. I just need to—” 


As she tried to stand, her legs froze as they couldn’t support her body anymore. She fell on the floor flat. 


“This is it, huh?” she thought as she smiled, pleased. “I have done my part. I wonder where I will be going to… Will I… Will I meet them there?”


The Arrogance of Humility Prologue