Ordki_Hozei

Nightmares

Creatures that appeared from the unknown a millennium ago continuously threatened humanity, pushing and pressuring people who once inhabited it aside. These Entities brought the world into utter chaos, furthering their influence to what was once a land that belonged to its rightful owner.

In the end, humanity was forced to adapt. 

They kept trying different ways to fend off the Nightmares, and the solution they finally settled on was… why not become one themselves?

Cesar Sparrow, an unfortunate fellow born in an era full of corruption, horror, and the unknown, was desperately trying to escape from its clutches… until he found an enigmatic, dying eyeball that latched itself onto him.

“Hehehe, what a great fellow you are,”
“How are you talking—. Just what are you…?”

The dying eye that latched itself to his empty, bleeding eye socket chuckled, its voice groggy as it answered.

“What do you think am I? I’m just an old and weak Nightmare, Sparrow. Though, you can call me Eyes of Deceit. And I'll borrow your body for a moment if you won't mind. Hehe,”

"No, why would I give you my body?! Get the fuck out!"

Entrapping himself in a series of encounters, uncovering secrets that belong to the Nightmares… and the humanity wanted to remain hidden, Cesar Sparrow ventures into the unknown.

To keep struggling, to keep resisting, to keep persevering… will all that be enough?

Will he be finally the one to break the chains humans had found themselves in, ending a millennium of suffering? Or succumb to the curse of the Nightmares?

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Nightmare Mythos

'Wait a moment. Why did I feel that what happened in the city was boring?'

Cesar asked about some pressing matter to himself, his brows creasing. He couldn't understand that line of thinking since he wasn't like that in the first place.

Cesar knew he would immediately assess the situation as dangerous, knowing they were under attack by one of the armies that the Revolutionary Army possessed.

So his thinking earlier didn't suit him at all.

Unless something was making his thoughts jumbled and disturbed like that, and there was already something that came to his mind.

'It's my freaking Soul… Oh god, I really have to go to the Academy now…'

Suddenly, Cesar felt a light tap at his back that shifted his gaze. There, he saw Arnold had a mix of emotions plastered on his face.

He wasn't telling anything but everything Cesar needed was Arnold's expression to tell.

Worsening Condition