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Chapters 4 & 5 of my original dark fantasy story Rakul are UP.
The Demon King lets the girl sacrificed to him go…
but expects that she will return to him.
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So yeah. The new chapter right???? (I am NOT okay) little doodle I made with my mouse (while procrastinating to buy a new stylus because I lost mine lol) based of chapter 30 of @zephyra-in-the-house fic Second Chances I am obsessed with this fic SO MUCH and I NEED them to make up and kiss or something
THIS CHAPTER
SOMEBODY FUCKING CONTAIN ME I'M GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL
THE LAST LINE?????????????
I'M GOING INSANE
I finally finished Ch 30 you guys!!! Let me know what you guys think of it!!
Please recommend me a fanfic with this story. I need it more than I need oxygen
you know what would have been funny? i was busy thinking of some Imperial! Anidala AUs and there's one which just crossed my mind.
Imagine Padmé joins Vader on Mustafar, Vader beats Obi, and kills Sidious to take over. Vader tries to deepen his connection to the Dark Side as he and Padmé rule over the galaxy. Vader tries to portray himself as this evil, fearsome autocrat but is way too popular: he doesn't create the Death Star because neither he nor Padmé likes it, he abolishes slavery because duh, literally all of the clones (they don't get replaced) love him, he's still seen as the war hero, he's very handsome, and Padmé's presence + coregency mellows him out a lot. Padmé and his children are also there, and his love for them is wayyyyyy too much that he isn't nearly as evil and dark as he should be
Eventually, Vader comes to Padmé crying about how his connection to the Dark Side is weakening because of how much he loves her and the children and how he can't fuel his inner darkness anymore. He isn't really a Sith anymore and eventually Padmé convinces him to just let it go, renounce his darkness, and let the love flow through him so now he's just emperor anakin, former jedi and failed sith
emperor vader: suffering from success
Trying to go about everyday life while looking through the filter of your own thoughts, hurt, and problems is a major fault. Not one that's easily admitted or spotted by the one performing the act. The second you realize that you're doing more harm than good to the ones you care about most and yourself in the process by doing this is when you NEED to put it to an end. If you cannot correct the wrongs of your ways with urgency there's no telling how much you, you will have left in the end.
I've fallen for someone that I messed things up with...now is my second chance with that person and I'll be damned if I let any kind of negativity stop me from showing them my compassion for them and the surrealism of my words.
Give that book you never finished a second try.
I as ashmed as I am actually got six of crows out from a library stared it couldn't get into it and never finished it I got like 4 chapters in at that time I was super into a different book so I returned it then someone recommended it to me again and I went to the library and saw the women wasn't there so I couldn't take any books out so I stared reading it in the libary and got supper invested but had to leave so I hid the book under the chair waited till the next week Monday and got it out the liabry and the rest is history I never shut up about kanej or six of crows it's become my life.
Moral of the story give that book a second change and if you really don't like it then that's okay but you never know you may just find your next top book.
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Blood stained the white ground of the surrounding area. The snow was clotted with droplets and splatters of the crimson liquid. Two males stood facing one another in the center of the blood bath, puffs of steam billowed from their mouths as they pant vigorously. Both men seemed evenly matched in their battle as neither was ready for forfeit.
“Oh Kairius, have you so much to learn. You see my dear–friend–you are in way over your head this time. You’ve started a war that you shalt not ever finish. You see, the people here wish for you to be–well dead. And for very good reason I may add,” one of the males spoke up. His eyes were as dark as onyx, absorbing all color and light. The winters sun had just managed to refract color in his dark orbs.
“You speak lies Pelagus. You and I know it is not true. Look at us! Squabbling like young boys! And for what? For a mere prophecy that a bedlamite priestess told you?! She’s daft! You’re daft! This…This is all madness Pelagus!” The male addressed as Kairius declares as he gazes to his friend. Deep down, Kairius knew Pelagus was right when he stated that he–Kairius–was outmatched.
Pelagus scoffs at the words and uses a pale hand to brush a lock of his silvery hair from his face. The right side of his skull near the temple was split open from a hit he had taken previously from Kairius. The crimson liquid stained Pelagus’ ivory skin as it dribbled down his cheek, to drip onto the snow below him. He had numerous other injuries under his armor and tunic, mostly internal, but he refused to display weakness to Kairius.
Kairius was no better. Every breath he took was a grueling effort. It felt as though he had an anvil resting on his diaphragm, threatening to crush his ribs at every effort for breath. His black coat and dragons hide armor made it even harder to draw in the icy air. Each breath of air felt like a thousand needles inside of his lungs, and each breath made the hide seem ten pounds heavier on his already herniated diaphragm.
“Face it Kairius. You are as good as dead to us all. Your existence has brought us nothing but pain, loss, disease and despair. Our–no–my people are dying because of you. You threaten to bring agony and vexation upon us all. And for that, you must pay,” Pelagus threatens as he conjures a sword into his hand from the use of magic.
His words cut deeply into that of Kairius, but he shown no care nor interest. All that mattered now was life and death. A friendship that once was so close, was now tossed aside from the nonsensical words of an ill minded witch. “If death is what you wish for, then death it shall be.” Kairius states and removes his armor as it was becoming laborious to heave in a breath. As he dumps the heap of dragons hide and a fir coat to the ground, he too summons his own sword for battle. Heaving out one last breath, Kairius engages Pelagus.
The two men’s swords collide against one another with a fearsome, metallic, clang. The collision causes small sparks to arc from the friction of metal meeting metal in a gridlock match for life. The snow crunches beneath the men’s feet as they twist and turn away from one another to dodge near fatal attacks. Shards of sword splinter from the metals in a metallic rain to the ground. Sword against sword, the men remain locked in a battle of talent, wits, and reading the other opponent for the next move.
Pelagus steps inward towards Kairius, his sword flat against the blade of Kairius. The black blade from Pelagus loomed dangerously close over the head and neck of Kairius. Pelagus raises his sword and swings it down in a hacking motion to clash against the silvery blue blade that his friend held. Sparks of magic arc yet again off the blades at their collision. Using a Grey orb of majik, Kairius pushes his sword further against the black opposing one. Once the blades were no longer hovering over his head, he ducks and rolls away through the snow to stand to the right of Pelagus.
Pelagus snarls, conjuring an orb of red and black magic in his hand and throws it directly at the abdomen of Kairius. With little time to react, Kairius blocks the angry orb of magic with his sword only to have it shattered. The orb and shards of magic send the dark skinned male flying backwards, sprawled on his back in the snow. He couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. His abdomen was in such severe pain that his body trembled from the shock. It was only when he rested his hands on his abdomen that he realized he had been impaled by the shards of his own sword.
“Oh dear, oh my. The beloved Alakslam–the indestructible sword has been destroyed?” Pelagus says in mock astonishment as he looms over the bloodied Kairius. “Look at you. You’re pathetic, Kai. ‘Condemned at birth. He who is the true evil shall die of the hand of his closest friend–be slain by the hilt of his own weapon–shall never be forgiven for the hell he hath rought upon this world.’ Do you not see it?!” Pelagus declares as he recites the bedlamite words of the deranged priestess. He kneels down next to Kairius and snatches his chin into his ivory hand. “Look at me Kairius. It’s over for you.”
Kairius stares up at Pelagus. He knew he had been defeated, but he wasn’t ready to die. Mustering up his strength, he spits blood at the face of Pelagus, “burn in hell. You’ll lead these people to their deaths faster than that damned prophecy of yours.” He says as blood stains his lips. He reaches up and grabs Pelagus by the scruff of his tunic to hold him in place. “Don’t look so shocked–you wanted this. You wanted me dead. Be a man and watch your enemy die. If you can’t…” Kairius starts to say, but is stopped at the pain of death in his abdomen. “If you can’t face death…you’ll never…face life.”
“Shut up. Shut up! I can face life and death you bastard! Just–just die already!” Pelagus retorts and hits Kairius with a blast of magic that sends him flying across the field.
Kairius cries out in pain at the impact. His vision fades between black and grey, and to color. He could feel his life draining from his body as the impending cold hand of death started to cradle his broken body. 'So this is it. This is how it ends? Cold and alone? Why don’t you just kill me?! End my suffering–’ he thinks to himself as his vision loses all color. Everything began to look like a faded nightmare as all color faded away. The sky faded from its blue hue to a bottomless abyss of black.
Pelagus walks towards the seemingly lifeless body of Kairius. Unsure of what to do, he turns the body over to see that Kairius’ eyes had frosted over with deaths touch. “I–I did it. I killed him. I killed him! The ten year winter shall break!” Pelagus declares at his victory as he looks around as the people of the kingdom slowly flocked to the field. “I have slain the prophet of our impending doom! Alas, the sun shall shine on us again!”
Kairius lays there lifelessly, but he heard every word to be spoken by Pelagus. He wanted to speak out but couldn’t get the strength to move. Closing his eyes, he’d accept his fate as death would lead him to the other side. As the world he knew faded away, Kairius would find himself standing standing in a crimson foyer. Black flames illuminated the room to reveal an onyx throne with a hooded figure in the seat if it. The figure sits forward and holds a hand out to Kairius. Against his will, Kairius is pulled to the throne.
“Kairius Ronan Shar. I have been waiting for you,” the figure says in a shrill, chilling voice. It was distorted with layers of unknown origin that made it ambiguous to gender. It’s hands were made of bone with unknown black carvings etched into the knuckles. As it leaned forward, the distinctive metallic sound of chains could be heard that seemed to hold the figure in its place.
“What are you? What the hell is this place? Is–is this hell?” Kairius asks as he looks around the foyer. It didn’t seem like hell. The air was icy cold and the walls were crimson, but not aflame like the stories of hell. “What do you want with me? Why am I here?!”
“One. Question. At. A. Time.” The figure states before slowly standing. It seemed so small and frail on the throne, but as it stood, Kairius was able to see just how large this being truly was. It’s bones creaked and snapped as it stood to a large stature that could rival a sequoia tree. “I have brought you here to offer you something. Life. A second chance.”
“And what is the catch to this offer? Life is not something that is exactly free,” Kairius says with suspicion as he takes a few steps away from the large being. He grunts as he finds himself stiff and is pulled forward yet again towards the towering figure.
“One. Question.” The figure growls down towards Kairius. The shrill bitterness of its voice causes the ground to quake. “I will grant you life again, if you can escape my purgatory. The world between worlds. You escape, you will have eternal life. Never to die, nor to age. You can never get sick nor diseased. BUT to keep this eternal gift, you must fulfill ONE prophecy. Murder Pelagus Tertis Earendil. Kill his family. His descendants. For his blood runs black with the twisted magics of the high priestess. You fulfill this, life shall be yours.”
Kairius stands there, still as stone as he tries to process what had been offered to him. His abdomen began to ache again from the fatal blow he had taken from Alakslam. He looks down to see his tunic and trousers covered in blood again. His eyes widen at the sight. “H-how is…how is this…possible?”
“Purgatory is not forever, foolish mortal. Come. Allow me to show you something before you do die.”
Kairius clinches his teeth but stiffly nods. Before he could move, he’s pulled forward as the figure makes a gesture with its hand. Within seconds, the scenery changes from the realm of purgatory to the snowy field that the lifeless body of Kairius had lain in. The villagers were surrounded around it, lifting it onto a large slab of cherry maple wood. Kairius watches as his body is lifted, the shards of Alakslam haphazardly thrown away in the snow.
“Once the pyre is lit, I cannot reverse what had been done. Tick tock. Once the clock rings, you shall die. You haven’t got all day. Take my hand, become the hero, have life. OR, you can die. Become a hero. A protector. A hunter.” The figure offers Kairius as it holds out its other hand. The shards of Alakslam fly towards the duo, stopping mere inches away and forge themselves together into a massive sword of a brilliant ice blue on the blade. The hilt shown vividly of an onyx material with a silver hand guard. “You take it, your fate will begin. If you don’t, you and Alakslam will be a faded memory.”
“Kill the man that killed me. Kill the family he will have. That’s it?”
“Yes. Become the Guardian of Winter.”
“I shall.”