WendellzD

Lucas had always been a person without hope for his life, ever since he was a child. This only grew after the person he loved most died, and he realized that justice had abandoned him. The specters stole the Primordial Life, the world's magic was gone, and only a few could still use it. After waking up, following a conversation with his friend and wondering if the gods truly exist, he feels an abnormal urge within himself, being one of the last bearers of magic.

Primordial Shadows

A long time ago, while living with Márcia, I found a book with no title in her closet. Out of curiosity, I picked it up and started reading. It was the story of a human who made a bet with a God that he would make him bleed. He was insignificant compared to the God with whom he made the bet. 


The man had nothing left to lose; he had lost his family, friends, siblings... everything. So, while he was in his home, enjoying his last moments of life and waiting for death to knock on his door, a God appeared instead. His name? He was known as Janki. He was the size of a universe but decided to shrink himself down to the size of a human. 


A God’s life is utterly dull, because, after all, there’s no one who can challenge him, except for other gods. 


"I want you to entertain me. Do something that I’ll remember a thousand years from now—no, something I’ll remember for eternity." 


Crimson Rupture