Lord_Sleepless_

Eldritches, Abominable creatures that originated from the deepest depths of the earth, they were dark creatures that hid and lurked under the cover of night searching for prey, they devoured anything who dared to roam the world under the light of the moon, they would slowly creep upon the poor soul and sneakily spread their long, noxious, tentacles around you and strangle you as they slowly moved you toward their maw, then they'd pull their tentacles back and little ridges on them would tear your body apart and you would fall into deep into the abyss that was their large, miasmic maw. Humanity prayed to their gods for millennia yet their gods had not answered, not until one day, when mankind was at the brink of extinction did they finally receive their blessings. From Zeus, The Authority Of The King From Poseidon, The Will Of The Creator From Adonis, The Soul Of Rebirth From Apollo, The Spark Of Liberation From Heaphestus, The Seal Of Confinement From Hercules, The Emergence Of Unembellished Power From Hestia, The Seed Of The Hearth From Artemis, The Bestial Sapien From Hecate, The Soul Of Mysticy From Hades, The Woke Of The Soul From Athena, The Spirit Of Conquest From Ares, The Body Of Savagery These 12 blessings were the cornerstones of the Eldritch Slayer path, a path forged by the hands of both mortal and divine, with these, humanity would be able to combat their foe, however, this was many many years ago, nowadays, Eldritch were the least of problems. --------------------------------------------- "Trixion, from behind you!!" A deafening scream resounded through the continent of war like the clap of thunder, though the noise did little to put a stop to the endless bloodshed occurring on the crimson continent. The one who had been alerted of an incoming attack, Trixion tried to look back at the perpetrator of said attack however the attack had already reached him and he was unable to react to it anyway. "You were a worthy opponent, Krimson Khaos...." To be a worthy opponent to the Scaled Prince, The Golden Dragon, of the Empyreans was truly commendable, yet to Trixion who looked down at the scaly arm piercing through his torso it seemed like more of an insult, an insult that brought him rage. Trixion attempted to move however the poison within his body wouldn't let him, after all, what led to him managing to get pierced like this. As Trixion slowly passed he started to accumulate his energy within his body, within a second his body was full to the brim with energy, soon he would burst into a bunch of blood pieces, and burst he did. "W-what are you doing?!?!" The Scaled prince hastily removed his arm and attempted to dash back but it had already been done. Trixion busted into hundreds of little pieces each piece of his body was supercharged with energy and thus was incredibly durable, it would pierce through many Empyreans and go undamaged, even more, he made it so that when it came in contact with anything it would burst even more it was like a bomb with shrapnels that that acted like a bomb. That act had killed nearly 10 million Empyreans and from then on out he was known as a hero to the whole world, he was someone who even in his final moments managed to bring the enemy to their knees. They were correct however it was not in his final moments it was in the final moments before the end that led to his new beginning. However, Trixion wasn't the only one who would begin once again, for Dendracove, The heir to the Driconite Empyreans would accompany him in his journey, as this was the story of both the Krimson Khaos, The Lord Of Strife, And The Golden Dragon, The Scaled Prince Of The Empyreans.

Eldritches, Abominable creatures that originated from the deepest depths of the earth, they were dark creatures that hid and lurked under the cover of night searching for prey, they devoured anything who dared to roam the world under the light of the moon, they would slowly creep towards you and sneakily spread their long, noxious, tentacles around you and strangle you as they slowly moved you toward their maw, then they'd pull their tentacles back and little ridges on them would tear your body apart and you would fall into deep into the abyss that was their large, miasmic maw. Humanity prayed to their gods for millennia yet their gods had not answered, not until one day, when mankind was at the brink of extinction did they finally receive their blessings. From Zeus, The Authority Of The King From Poseidon, The Will Of The Creator From Adonis, The Soul Of Rebirth From Apollo, The Spark Of Liberation From Heaphestus, The Seal Of Confinement From Hercules, The Emergence Of Unembellished Power From Hestia, The Seed Of The Hearth From Artemis, The Bestial Sapien From Hecate, The Soul Of Mysticy From Hades, The Woke Of The Soul From Athena, The Spirit Of Conquest From Ares, The Body Of Savagery These 12 blessings were the cornerstones of the Eldritch Slayer path, a path forged by the hands of both mortal and divine, with these, humanity would be able to combat their foe, however, this was many many years ago, nowadays, Eldritch were the least of problems. --------------------------------------------- "Trixion, from behind you!!" A deafening scream resounded through the continent of war like the clap of thunder, though the noise did little to put a stop to the endless bloodshed occurring on the crimson continent. The one who had been alerted of an incoming attack, Trixion tried to look back at the perpetrator of said attack however the attack had already reached him and he was unable to react to it anyway. "You were a worthy opponent, Krimson Khaos...." To be a worthy opponent to the Scaled Prince, The Golden Dragon, of the Empyreans was truly commendable, yet to Trixion who looked down at the scaly arm piercing through his torso it seemed like more of an insult, an insult that brought him rage. Trixion attempted to move however the poison within his body wouldn't let him, after all, what led to him managing to get pierced like this. As Trixion slowly passed he started to accumulate his energy within his body, within a second his body was full to the brim with energy, soon he would burst into a bunch of blood pieces, and burst he did. "W-what are you doing?!?!" The Scaled prince hastily removed his arm and attempted to dash back but it had already been done. Trixion busted into hundreds of little pieces each piece of his body was supercharged with energy and thus was incredibly durable, it would pierce through many Empyreans and go undamaged, even more, he made it so that when it came in contact with anything it would burst even more it was like a bomb with shrapnels that that acted like a bomb. That act had killed nearly 10 million Empyreans and from then on out he was known as a hero to the whole world, he was someone who even in his final moments managed to bring the enemy to their knees. They were correct however it was not in his final moments it was in the final moments before the end that led to his new beginning. However, Trixion wasn't the only one who would begin once again, for Dendracove, The heir to the Driconite Empyreans would accompany him in his journey, as this was the story of both the Krimson Khaos, The Lord Of Strife, And The Golden Dragon, The Scaled Prince Of The Empyreans.

Long, Long ago, before the Abyssal King had risen from the barren, broken lands of the abyss to a being transcending even true eternity lied a boy within a universe without an ounce of mana, a universe without a single drop of mysticy a universe yet to know of the motherly embrace of the multiverse the boy lied on a planet whose most intelligent race seemed almost mindless compared to the myriad races within said universe. The boy on the rudimentary planet called Earth had been struck by tragedy after tragedy. First, he had lost his mother and gained a brother who was born on the streets, literally, his mother was far unable to get to the hospital on time when giving birth and thus had to give birth to his little brother inside the car but due to many unfortunate accidents and unforeseen tragedies the lady eventually ended up giving birth on a sidewalk bringing her second child into the world before passing away. Second, due to his father having a one-night stand with his mother and leaving and his mother passing due to his birth, it just was him and his brother out of the big world they lived in, and a 4-year-old with a newborn under his care wasn't able to obtain much money and thus weren't able to obtain food. Third, Both he and his brother were starved, and thus were unable to grow properly in an attempt to make some cash Michael's little brother had skipped the first day of school and tried to rob one of the rich-looking dudes who passed by their house while his older brother was at school and the result of the attempted robbery was absolutely horrifying. 14 bullet wounds, 4 to the chest, 3 to the neck, 4 to the face, and 3 shots spread around the upper and lower abdomen. Michael's brother had only been 6 when he was brutally murdered by the man he had tried to rob, Michael himself had only been 10 years old when the brutal murder was commenced, he had just come back from the first day of 4th grade to tell his brother about his day hoping that his brother would tell him about how his first day of Pre-K had been. Only a year later another tragedy struck and sent him away forever, a depressed student who had been an outlet of rage for Michael had come and shot up the school brutally killing Michael in the same way his younger brother was murdered, that day Michael died and the Abyssal King was born. --------------------------------- Go check out the first book in the Lord-Verse multiverse, Lord Of Strife

Divinity was something that ran in him, it was..... part of him, It was also something many longed for, Those people longed for powers beyond imagination so that they could break free from the shackle of reality and live within the world of fiction and fantasy they wished for it to be reality......Though, those who really know what I meant to be divine, To be separated from reality and sent into fantasy and fiction, dreaded it. Lives are lost, Some never come back, and those who do always never come back the same. You never know what happens out there, You'll never know whether you will make it back, or if you'll just be stranded forever......you never know when you'll die when your friends will die, whether your bonds will stay, you don't know, you never will, everything is a battle of fittest, The most intelligent and cautious will always win.....well that's how stuff usually works here though? not so much, Intellect counts, but only the strongest and fastest will truly win, I Lathos as a boy with no wisdom or much intellect, dove into the world of Horny big dick bastards with unimaginable amounts of hubris, disgusting monsters which you can't even refer too as creatures and a bunch of kids like me, oh and don't forget the powers and all bad bitches!