Chinonso

Hi, I’m Liam Remmick, and this is the story of how I killed my father, Steve Nazar—a total douche bag.

If you’re gonna listen, I better start from the beginning. Don’t worry about spoilers; I don’t care if I ruin a thing or two.

My mom, Shayla Remmick, left me at a young age, and I’ve been fending for myself ever since. She died when I was ten, so yeah, you can guess the rest. Unlike other kids with amazing dads, mine’s an absolute asshole. He fucked my mom, rejected her when she got pregnant, and then tried to eliminate us. Nice guy, right?

Mom died protecting me from his assassins. Father of the year.

After her death, I bounced between foster homes until they got tired of me. Now, I live in a cave with bats instead of cockroaches—it’s a win, right? I’ve learned to handle them.

When I’m not eating bat meat, I hunt for mushrooms, snails, and wild boars—though I’ve only caught broken bones so far. Don’t judge me; I’m an eleven-year-old living alone.

……………………………..

A blond-haired man in his fifties stands combat-ready, wielding a sword against a grey-haired man. The grey-haired man, Seth, has a one-bladed scythe floating beside him.

“Each time we do this, you’re always the one on the ground. Don’t you think you should give up?” Seth asks, smirking.

“This time will be different. I’ll wipe that smirk off your face, Seth,” Steve replies.

Their blades clash, sparks flying as they exchange blows.

“You’re still as reckless as ever, Steve,” Seth says, dodging a wild swing.

“And you’re still as arrogant,” Steve retorts, landing a kick that Seth barely blocks.

The two combatants dance across the battlefield, their movements lightning-fast. Seth summons a swirling vortex of shadows, attempting to ensnare Steve. But Steve counters with his “Ten Thousand Swords” technique, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes that shred the shadows.

Seth leaps back, avoiding the attacks by mere inches. “You’ve improved.”

Steve sneers. “Not enough to take you down?”

The Tenebri

Selena burst through the door of her mother's office, slamming it shut behind her. The sound echoed through the room, causing the rows of books on the shelves to tremble in response. The scent of old parchment and leather bindings wafted through the air, a familiar comfort that did little to soothe Selena's frazzled nerves. 


Her mother, Helen, looked up from the papers on her desk, a look of concern etched on her face. The soft light of the setting sun streaming through the window highlighted the lines of worry on her forehead. "Selena, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice calm and gentle. 


Selena paced back and forth across the room, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt. "He skipped me, Mother," she spat, her voice venomous. "He gave the Death Scythe to Liam, of all people." 


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE GUARDIAN'S SACRIFICE