RighteousFilth

To most, Death is the end—a merciless enemy that tears you away from everything you fought to protect.

But for Auren, Death is a friend. The only one who refused to abandon him when the world did.

And worse still? In his case, death only makes him stronger.

Auren was a prodigy—the pride of the Western State of Lysendral. Graduating combat school at twelve, his mental fortitude unmatched, he was hailed as the star of a generation. All eyes turned to him, awaiting the moment he would receive a Divine Blessing from the Archons and begin his destined rise as the strongest Blessed in history.

But when the day came, Auren awakened not a Blessing—but a Curse.

"Such a thing has never been heard of!"

"An abomination! Kill him! Sacrifice him to the Archons!"

In a single breath, the world that once adored him cast him aside. Labeled a national criminal, he was imprisoned and executed by guillotine at the age of sixteen—offered as a sacrifice to stave off doom.

And the people cheered as the blade fell.

But death was not the end for Auren.

[You have died by execution.]

[Conditions Have Been Met] 

[You have entered the Curse Realm]

[You have found a Fester] 

[You shall begin your first trial]

Torn from death’s grip, Auren rises—stronger, darker, and filled with vengeance. No longer content to merely destroy the nation that betrayed him, he sets his sights on the Archons themselves.

Yet, in a world built on hidden truths and ancient lies, Auren must ask:

“Is he truly cursed... or was he chosen?”

I Awakened A Divine Curse

Auren couldn't quite pinpoint what spooked the creature. Its low growl twisted in the air—half taunt, half warning—giving off an impression of subtle intelligence.

Yet after watching it longer, he concluded it was more instinct than intellect. No real intelligence, just a pattern.

And that was why Auren spotted that pattern so quickly.

He folded his arms as Meredith and Jasper skidded back, their boots scraping against the ground as they steadied themselves.

Meredith spun her spear and slashed downward, her eyes blazing with cold violet fire.

She flicked a quick glance at Auren, who waved casually and smiled.

A dark grimace clouded her face instantly, but she held her tongue. With another swift twirl of her spear, she lunged toward the creature. Five limbs whipped through the air to block her path.

The Lost Voice