Capítulo 229: Cerlius
"Damn them." A voice cried. "Damn them. Damn them. God of Evil. I invoke your name in hopes they will be slaughtered by your hand. Spare none of those hypocrites. Those fucking humans, they'll pay."
A constant, dull headache pulled him out of that black pit of unending anger. He didn't know why he felt such a rush to kill, nor how he ended up in that pit, nor if he was alive. The only thing that mattered to him was the fact that he had escaped it, that cramped coffin.
When he opened his eyes, a light bared down upon him. After much squinting and blinking, his vision cleared. The light had come from one of many light crystals embedded into the white ceiling. 'Oh,' he thought. 'I'm just in my room.' He shifted on his soft bed but the headache continued to gnaw at him. 'Maybe Eric can help get rid of this.' He sat up, stretched his limbs, and… 'Who's Eric? Who am I? That's right. My name is…Cerlius.'
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Random_writer
Random_writer So this arc is going to mainly be two storylines that I'll alternate between: Cerlius's and Frey, Elero, and Thomas. I think it will be just a little more Cerlius, say 60-40. I think I'll really enjoy Cerlius's mentality on everything and how he acts, and also, how he slowly reclaims his memories.
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