Demons_and_I

In the realms above, supernatural beings of unfathomable magnificence exist, far beyond mortal comprehension. These divinities wield unimaginable power, capable of obliterating worlds with a mere breath.

However, what unfolds when these gods meet their demise?

Set in a remote corner of the vast universe, long after the apocalyptic Thousand Millennium War of the Heavenly Beasts and Deities, this tale delves into a forgotten world. Here, the ashes of fallen gods descend upon an insignificant pebble, adrift amidst the cosmic tapestry of space and time. 

Their impact alters the life of a proud young man, who embraces the abrupt changes thrust upon his world. Refusing to yield to the clutches of fate and karma, he dares to defy the heavens themselves.

Will he triumph over an insurmountable destiny, or succumb to fate like gods of unimaginable might did before him?

The dreams of a deceased deity and the fate of a dying world hang precariously, hinged upon the future of this young man. He treads upon an endless bridge, forged from the corpses of the fallen.

Unlock this epic saga of death, sorrow, war, blood, love, vengeance, and triumph with your own eyes.




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God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.

Cain's eyes scanned the area in front of him quickly.

'There were no sides here. All of them seemed to be headed the same way, and as a result, there could only be disaster.'

Cain didn't think he had exceptional luck, but for so many creatures to catch on so quickly could only mean that the route to wherever they were headed was going to be rather crowded.

Or maybe not, considering that most of the creatures here were already dead...

Cain dashed forward and cut at the neck of a creature with four arms and two heads.

The creature brought its iron club up to protect itself, but the weapon was the immediately bent out of shape.

With another heavy cut forward, Cain swung down. The creature fell to the ground, clutching at the bloody stump on its neck whilst it screamed like a banshee. It tried to get up, glaring at Cain viciously with the eyes on its other head.

Cain's gaze was cold as he swung down again,

To a Weary Soul, A River of Blood to Sate Your Thirst (4).