GoldenStache

{Author Of Old-World Extra}
"All untainted paths lead to the one truth."
—
There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died.
I went out in the dumbest, most ridiculous way possible; even a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight.
But hey, that wasn’t even the weird part. Not by a long shot. 
For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some "Villain" in a faraway land.
Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd "Villain." And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed.
This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar. 
One that grew into a Magi, then a Seeker, then a Professor, and then... 
A Sultan. 
The one ruler of the entire world.
Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done.
Fate seemed Hellbent on ending me no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up...
A Script appeared before my mind’s eye.
{Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?}
{Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?}
{Would you like to become a True King?}
{If so, repeat after me…}
It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear.
“BASSORĀH!”
Many paths came together.
Then, a projection appeared and it began to display... my memories? 
—
This is a story about suffering. Anger. And forgiveness. 

{Volume One Remember Me: Complete}
{Volume Two For Whom The Bell Tolls: Complete}
{Volume Three When the Sparrow Falls: Ongoing}

Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death

Like a cute menace from Hell, the owl's pink, glowing eyes scanned the hall, sizing up its prey while standing still in the doorway, taking up most of it.

Huda was perched on its back, seemingly unbothered by the commotion her arrival caused.

She leaned forward slightly, her face a mix of irritation and barely concealed fury.

Their loud voices carried effortlessly over the stunned silence.

"Does anyone have a problem with that?"

The owl took a step forward, its talons clicking against the marble floor.

"I see almost everyone already bailed... So I guess none of you mind if we take the front seats, right?"

Burn The Whole World IV