primodial

True evil needs no reason to exist.

“All living creatures must die, but I wont. ” 

Once known as the most talented and knowledgeable scholar/philosopher across three continents, he basked in the praise and reverence of those around him. However, tragedy struck one fateful night when he bore witness to the cold-blooded murder of his entire family. Driven to madness, he embarked upon the path of power, the path of negative energy, and thus, The Great Demon, Badur, was born.

In a single day, a mountain of corpses were stacked, many of which fell to his blade. However, during his final pursuit of revenge, he met his untimely demise. His soul was extracted and cast into the void, where it would endure eternal suffering. 

However, his jouney would not end here……

"What do you desire?" 

A grotesque creature floating in the void asked while staring at the bruised and beaten soul of a young man.

[Ding!! Host has received Void grade Treasure]

[Ding!! Goal has been set : Attain True immortality]

A new lease at life is presented 

A deal with a Demon filled with resentment 

A new journey, a new Dawn

With that the great Demon, Badur is reborn

ps: the book won't progress the way other novels have been progressing. if you don't like a unique development then maybe this isn't the book for you.

Malevolent Warlock: Sin Of Eternity

"Old bastard, so you're still alive?" With some blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, Leon looked at the man who had just sneak attacked him.

"If I die before killing you then I'd have failed as a parent" the young man responded, following which he used his left hand to smack Leon from the tree into the ground.

The force from the slap was huge and created a bit of a crater on the floor. If this was some random person, they would probably die from the impact.

"Hehe, you're not the first person to want me dead and you won't be the last old fool!!!" Leon slowly stood up from inside the cater and slammed the Crimson red spear into the ground.

Right now, he was no longer putting on his robes, but had Don one a crimson red amour that was constantly releasing a brutish type of energy quite similar to that of the spear.

Father and Son Fued