DreadFeelings

After losing everyone he had ever loved, Mark, an Abandoned had lost most hope in life.

Until his whole existence was turned upside down by his foolishness.

Witness as he tread upon the path of death, vengeance, and ruin.

Soul of Ruin

Incessant murmurs continued resounding by Achilles' ears. It made him feel itchy all over the place as if something was crawling through his bones.

The murmurs seemed like they were calling for him, pleading for him to come.

The whispers felt like they were going to last forever. Until three ethereal, beautiful, and somewhat familiar voices gradually suppressed the murmurs, easing Achilles' mind.

The voices sang a simple melody that made him slowly drift back to slumber. The world around him spun a bit before he lost consciousness.

Achilles opened his eyes in bewilderment. His head was buried in a pair of soft watermelons. He was initially confused by what was happening until he realized this softness was quite familiar.

He looked up and saw a white-haired beauty with pointy sleeping soundly without a care in the world.

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