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

Helen stood before the towering obsidian gates of the Demon Realm's royal palace, the ever-present heat pressing against her skin. The air crackled with tension as two guards clad in dark armor swung open the gates, ushering her inside. Despite the grandeur of the palace-adorned with crimson banners and gold-trimmed pillars-there was no mistaking the hostility in the air. 


It wasn't her first time stepping into enemy territory, but that didn't make it any more welcoming. The Shadow Realm and the Demon Realm had long been rivals, and while they weren't at war currently, the lack of trust was palpable. 


She was led into the throne room, where King Valtoria sat on his massive throne, his presence alone commanding the space. His piercing golden eyes studied her with the sharpness of a blade, and his expression twisted into something unreadable. Beside him stood his daughter, Nicole Valtoria. 


CHAPTER TWENTY TWO: THE KING'S BARGAIN