Honestdegenerate

"She is the progeny of the devil." The final blow was laid down. A sword through his heart. Followers of hell had slayed the Knight. "A prophet, I am not. But I shall curse this land, which dared to deprive us of our bond. He shall honor my promise, and he shall bring the rot to your land. Not for my selfish will, but for the eradication of true evil." With the corpse of her beloved in her embrace, Euphemia was sealed forever. As the dust settled, a new dawn emerged. 'The Immortal Land Of Euphemia. A place that refuses to wither down even after several millenniums of prosperity. Kingdoms have come and gone, but none of them carried the strength and Valor of the holy land, protected by the will of the warrior goddess Astarte.'

The Integrity of an assassin lies with the execution of his target. Follow the story of how an assassin, when given a second chance, can rise up to overshadow everyone. No one can come between him and his final destination, which was the top of the food chain. Death incarnate, he will not fail this time, because he was bred to be an assassin.

Hero. A person who is admired for their courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. Just a vague title for a man like me. Cursed with the shame of a slave mark, my hands soiled with the blood of my loved ones, I am a coward with a power I can't control. I am a hero with the half-slave mark.

Author's note. Content with being alone. Content with being an outcast. Living like he didn't belong to the world outside his room. Content with his life as a recluse. With no end in sight, he was destined to fade away, being a nobody. Until she came back into his life.