Orclion

Haunted by his clan’s brutal murder and destruction, Lucius forsook any forms of morality or logic and dived head first into the world’s darkest pits of madness with a single goal in mind.


Revive his family.


Rebirth after rebirth, death and death, tragedy after tragedy, sacrifice after sacrifice, his sanity and sense of self slowly slips away as he ventures into existence’s deepest and most dangerous worlds for he knows no rest.

The heavens, Hells, Origin realms or even the Myriad expanses, he burnt it all to ashes just to be able to see them again. 

Just to hear them laugh, see them smile, feel their touch.

“I’ll do…anything.”


His quest for salvation knew no limits.



But this all changes when he discovers who he truly is and the truths of his origins.




“There is no fairness in this world my child for suffering is the only path to ascension.”


———————————————————————————

A new age is upon the Myriad Creations.


The heavens have been shattered and the land is infested with the sorrow of its fallen angels while the sultans of hells rejoice at the prospect of a new war. 

A new beginning, Another chance.


The sealed abominations of the first war of creation are rampant as the dormant gods of past ages awaken with the intention to rule.



As the restrictions that regulated existence are erased and the veils of the beyond are lifted, watch as a young boy forges his myth through blood and tears and discovers the plaguing taboos of reality.



This is the Odyssey of The Fallen.


—————

One chapter everyday for the next 3 months then we’re back to the regular schedule.


4 chapters a week; Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.-> Currently on a break, go read my other novel while you wait.



Join the discord: https://discord.gg/ZYDZbmtrMn

Odyssey Of The Fallen

Within the 12th firmament, a grand battle took place.


On one side, mindless beasts covered in the blood of their enemies, their eyes consumed by wrath as they relentlessly charged forward.


On the other, warriors of great stature covered in golden armor valiantly fought back and eradicated what they called 'The pests of Heaven'.


Amidst this chaotic battlefield, one would expect the sound of gruesome death and weapons clashing to reign supreme but that was far from the truth.


An angelic humming reverberated through the battlefield as Aesir casually walked around.


Each of his steps took him kilometers away from his previous position, a trail of bodies being left in his quake of both humans and beasts.


'Only one week before the academy opens…' he thought, an excited smile appearing on his face.


"Now, let's find this legacy. So according to the old man, it should be around here…"


Dark Prince: Spiral Death