The first thing he noticed was the smell. The air in the room stank of blood and death, but it wasn't a sweet scent like that of freshly spilled entrails or a butcher's shop. It smelled more like the sour tang of old vomit mixed with urine, which made him think of his mother's chamber pot after she'd been sick for days on end. He wrinkled his nose at the thought and tried to ignore the odor as best he could, though it didn't do much good. His stomach still growled loudly enough to make him wince."You're awake," said a voice from behind him. "That's a start."He turned around slowly, trying not to look too eager. A man sat against one wall, watching him intently. He had dark hair and eyes, and a scar ran across his face just below his left eye. He wore black leather armor and carried a longsword strapped to his back.His name came to mind almost immediately: Captain Rolfe.Rolfe stood up and walked over to the bedside. He pulled back the sheets and looked down at Aram's body. Then he r
The emperor is a man of many secrets and few words; his face has never been seen by anyone outside the palace walls since he was born in this country thousands of years ago. His father died when Shoan was very young so that meant it was up to him now to protect the empire from its enemies both foreign and domestic. He had no choice but to be strong for those who depended on him, even if they didn't deserve it. In truth though he could have done without them all together because some were just too annoying or stupid to deal with. One day while sitting alone in his office pondering over how best to kill someone, which took forever these days thanks to their constant neediness, an idea struck him like lightning through a thunderstorm—he would make sure everyone else dies before killing himself. The only problem was that there wasn't enough time left between one person dying and another being born to get everything done in a timely manner…unless he found a way around that pesky little fac
Wang minThe eldest of them was Heng. A handsome man with hair that flowed like the waves on the sea, he wore robes and had a staff in his hand. His eyes were calm pools of blue, and his skin was soft but clear. He liked spending time outdoors, tending to the plants and trees around him. When he came across a beautiful girl, he would take her home and spend some time with her alone. It was no secret to the world how much he liked women, and most people thought it was because of how strong the water source was there.However... it wasn’t exactly true. One day, Heng had taken a stroll through the city. His mind was filled with thoughts of flowers and other beautiful creatures, and as he made his way through the crowd, he accidentally bumped into someone. This surprised him at first, since everyone knew that there weren't many people who walked about like he did. But the person he'd bumped into looked oddly familiar. As he stood there and took stock of his surroundings, he realized that h
“I am glad you are awake” A voice said as a small figure approached, a young boy with long,black hair and a red robe. He had a gentle smile and was accompanied by a person who looked like a shadow. “ I have been waiting for you for a long time. I hope you will be able to help us” the boy said as he bowed his head.“I don't understand, who is this?" Mendel asked.The Shadow replied “He has been sent by the god of death, it seems that your soul was meant to go to World Z” he paused for a moment, “and I have to say, that I'm very happy to meet you. I like your personality and I can see you'll make a good leader one day”“Wait, I thought the gods didn't care about the living?”“That they never cared? No, that was wrong. They gave their blessing to our leaders and taught them how to lead others. We follow them because we trust them” The man said, explaining the reason of the people of the world. “But, I believe there was something else. Something even more important. It was the promise of
Blood drained bodies littered the battlefield. Dark clouds covered the sky as lightning struck multiple places at a time. Two men stood directly opposing each other, one above and one below. They were the only ones surviving out of the numerous humans that had appeared on the battle field. A maniacal laughter echoed. "It doesn't have to be this way Konrad" Admist the unspoken terror a calm man looked up to the sky and spoke."Haha, join me. Join me and we can can rule the world together. Forget these hypocritical heathens, all they do is betray. Come with me and we can be Lords together." A crazy looking man spoke as he floated above.The calm man standing at the bottom sighed as regret filled his face. After a moment of thinking, conviction filled his face and his eyes narrowed. "I am sorry" He muttered as the space around him distorted. A brilliant red armor covered his whole body and a giant sword appeared in his hand."So you have decided to forsake me. So be it" The man above sa
"You're not dead yet are you?" Someone laughed next to him. "Huh?!" Harith snapped as he tried to sit up and look at his surroundings, everything seemed blurry, but he suddenly felt a choking sensation. *cough* Harith fell to the floor and coughed his lungs out. After what felt like hours of coughing, he finally got the thing stuck in his throat out. A black burnt object the size of a tennis ball came out of his mouth all drenched in saliva. "Fucking hell" Harith muttered as he cleaned his mouth and got up from the floor. "Eh..." To his surprise, three teenage boys no more than fifteen were looking down on him with faces that obviously meant evil. "You dare look at young master directly in the eye" Harith heard a voice speak before his world got turned upside down. Someone had just hit him...right in the fucking face! "It's okay, I think he's had enough. Let's leave now" The boy in the middle spoke. "Ah young master, I'm not sure he's learnt his lesson yet, let's beat him a few
An hour later Harith successfully sneaked back into his room. He found a tray with some food on it but he wasn't even in the mood to eat. He had just killed someone...for the first time in his two lives. What the hell even came over him, why did he go to such lengths? All he wanted to do was save the girl and give the guy and little beating but he killed him instead."Shit shit shit" Harith couldn't focus. He went into the bathroom and poured some water on his face. Although he tried not to think about it, the melted face and blood stained ground kept haunting his mind.He had to calm himself down and think about his next course of action. He hadn't even completed a day here and he had already done something as huge as taking a life.After cooling off he went back to bed and closed his eyes. It had been a long day...he needed more rest.....3 hours later Harith woke up with a rumbling belly. He knew what he needed to do. He couldn't sleep well without taking some food. He was hungr
Young master baxia exhaled a sigh of relief and fall back to fell to the floor. He tore off a part of his cloth and tied it on his forehead where the crown had been placed. "Bring in the food and the drinks" The sect master ordered with joy. The crowd roared in return. The sect master was not a stingy person, He had killed plenty of cows for this day so there would be more than enough food to go around. The house of master yin was in charge of the cooking so everyone knew they were expecting nothing short of a blissful meal."Eh the young master is really strong isn't he" Harith's mother said to him."hmm" Harith nodded in agreement. Enduring the pain of crown of fire on one's head sounded like something he wouldn't like to try."it's time to serve the food, I'll be back. Don't cause any trouble while I'm gone" Harith's mother said and joined the people that carried food around.Harith stared at her as she left...did she always have to work so tirelessly? Even if she wasn't his real