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

Finishing the task in a matter of a couple of minutes in the most efficient way he could find possible, Cesar lay down on the floor filled with nothing but blood. He was breathing relentlessly as if not breathing even for a second would make him faint.

"My goodness. So this is what it means to be working? My goodness, I'm starting to hate it."

Cesar wiped the beads of sweat that slid through his cheeks as he couldn't help but remember the torment he had to endure for a month just to heal his fractured Soul.

During the time he asked for the Demonic Wrath to fix himself, Cesar had to stay at the Academy for a month with nothing but inflict self-torture.

The time itself was a bit of a stretch but that's just how everything was supposed to go if he wanted to fix his broken soul.

Self Reflection