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~In a world where death is everywhere and the gods do nothing, living is hardly a blessing. The dark realm- the gods call this world. 
One day or rather one night, a young man- Daarc Green, finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest. He is hunted by goblins and then the undead. But wasn't he in his room all this time? And why would these things come after his life? Things didn't make sense but he marched deeper into the forest and met a statue of an angel.
Will he survive to tell the tale?~

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present tense= internal monologue
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Dawn- An age of Darkness

"Entering, the duke of Helsing, the archduke of Alfeim- his Excellency Daarc Green and his retinue!" A voice announced as we entered the throne room: it was dramatic if nothing. I was kind of getting sick of all this.

Wait, didn't that herald just say 'his excellency?' Wasn't that only reserved for the emperor of Alfeim or were high-born nobles also addressed that way? Alisa wasn't here, so I didn't have any reason to care for all that.

I had my emblem, the one I'd gotten from Lianne, perfectly visible on my chest. It wasn't glued or anything, so I had to make sure it didn't fall off from my movements. It was mostly just for show though.

For a human country, it seemed pretty well handled. The throne room of Helsing wasn't even worthy of comparison. I'd expect no less from the strongest of all the human nations.

Being evil might not be that bad