Luciferjl

Aragon, a village-born boy with exceptional swordsmanship skills, discovers his lineage as a descendant of a legendary swordsman. He embarks on a quest to conquer challenges, unravel old secrets, and face dark forces. Along the way, he forges alliances, inspires hope, and confronts personal trials. As he navigates political intrigue and battles for the throne, Aragon's journey becomes a path of self-discovery and the true meaning of power. 

(The characters in this story and everything is wholly fictional.18+ and also it may contain some adult and mature content. And it is a completely fictional and imaginary world in which the events of the story take place.) 
NO NTR OR YURI

Monarch of Slaughter

Nuru entered the room and saw Aragon sitting on the bed, dazed.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly, stepping closer to him.

Aragon looked up, surprised by her sudden appearance. He didn't say anything, but his eyes conveyed the sadness and emptiness he felt inside.

Nuru sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said, not really knowing what she was apologizing for.

They sat in silence for a while, but Nuru could sense the tension and melancholy in the air.

She brought him some alcohol, hoping to ease his pain and get him to open up to her. Aragon was initially hesitant, but he eventually succumbed to her persuasion.

Aragon took the bottle from her and took a swig. It burned his throat, but he felt a sense of relief as the alcohol coursed through his veins.

In mere seconds, he drained the bottle, as he felt like he was burning away his emotions with the alcohol.

Drunk man (18+)