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

Lucius quickly retreated as he felt something peculiar oozing off of Aotian's bloodline.

'A dragon bloodline that doesn't submit to its God? Very interesting… is he perhaps from another plane of creation? Or maybe his blood originator managed to break the bloodline shackles imposed by their Primogenitor…'

Lucius' nonchalant attitude receded as he took interest in the mystery shrouding Aotian's bloodline.

Meanwhile, his opponent's body and appearance had completely changed.

Aotian now stood at an imposing twelve foot, his ripped body covered in obsidian pentagonal scales, each covered in a differently colored ancient rune that gave off a feeling of majesty and nobility no less than Lucius'.

His long rough blonde hair turned flaming crimson and his golden pupils shone even brighter, his anger apparent as he gazed at Lucius.

His body was tightly hugged by a thick mix of infernal mythos and Primordial ember qi.

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