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.”


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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.


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One chapter everyday for the next 3 months then we’re back to the regular schedule.


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Odyssey Of The Fallen

Accompanying the black arcs of lighting and white tendrils of flames, a powerful purple aura wrapped around my body, empowering me to an even higher level.


My mere presence caused the heavens to thunder in fear and laws to bend, at this exact moment, I was absolute.


Having shown my respect I waited for Rokuri to reciprocate.


'Haha, seems the brat found his path…well, I can't be bested by a kid. Let me show you the majesty of an Eldritch King.' Thought Rokuri as a devilish grin appeared on his face.


In a lot of societies, people believed that madness invoked power as more power begets madness. It was a constant cycle as you sacrificed yourself for a form of power that completely transcended the self.


The Eldritch were a perfect example of such beliefs. Their entire bloodline and heritage was based upon the purest forms of madness and depravity.


Rokuri closed his eyes, allowing his broken soul to connect to what was left of his heritage.


Amethyst Emperor Vs Eldritch King