In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
Once a respected leader of a self-governing realm, Olvaxon's unyielding pride led her to arrogance and cruelty. She reveled in her power, treating her subjects with disdain. Her malevolence culminated in a dark ritual that brought forth a maleficent plague, birthing the Shaitan of Pride, Olvaxon, dedicated to the mortal flaw of pride.
Olvaxon can unleash a malevolent plague upon the lands, causing sickness and suffering among the innocent. She thrives on the despair of those afflicted by her plague and takes pleasure in watching the consequences of her prideful reign.
Olvaxon appears as a regal figure adorned in ornate and ostentatious attire. Her face exudes haughty arrogance, and her eyes shimmer with a cold, calculating gaze. A cloak of noxious mist envelopes her, weaving an ominous aura of dread wherever she goes.
Each of these Shaitans embodies the darker facets of human nature, wielding power that brings devastation and chaos to the world of Aikean. Their origin stories and abilities weave a tapestry of malevolence and destruction, shrouding the lands in tales of darkness and terror.
Dark Chronicles: Shaitian Legends and Prophecies
Author: Unknown
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"You look dissimilar to the portrait of Queen Ksanel that Vesneau had received upon her enthronement to the crown a couple of years ago,"Kiraz stated with a puzzled look on his face.
He was right, standing before we were two royals—or so they claimed to be with mysterious guises hidden behind obscure dark cloaks to further prevent recognition of their faces and statuses.
Though I could hardly blame them, the two figures accompanied by a handful of what I could think were handmaidens and assistants loyal to them looked not only panicked... but desperate.
They had requested we as a country aid them in reclaiming the throne that had been usurped by none other than their uncle—King Elliston who at the current moment was the ruler of the Queendom; I had read the news articles in the Emporium Bulletin detailing from the start of the "disappearance" of Queen Ksanel and her younger sister Princess Chijel and how many were demoralized in their attempts to find them... or their bodies.
From there, there was nothing but constant coverage of the immediate changes that followed King Elliston's rules; policies, and laws that did not reflect the values of what I knew the Queendom of Satish to believe or partake in. Overnight it seemed, the country had flipped upside down, and as Vesneau was building and focusing on unification efforts, the new King was transforming the nation into the vision he saw for himself.
It was none of our personal business to deal with what was happening in that country as it was far closer to Phavia than us, but even then, we had our own problems to deal with. What business did we have sticking our nose in a Queendom that wasn't looking for aid?
