Unchanging Fate *On Hiatus due to Writer's Block :(*

Prologue

"I swear my life to ■■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■ ■■ ■■■■■■■. I, ■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■ ■■■■■■■■■, vow to serve you without question with undying loyalty." A woman with dark scarlet red hair proclaimed while looking at a person with rose gold blonde hair directly in their cornflower eyes, "My soul is in your hands. My very being is in your hands. As the gods as my witness, I bind my fate to yours." ■■■■■■■■'s smile widens at her words. 'The ■■■■■■■■■ clan treasure. I finally have it.' They thought as ■■■■■■ kissed the back of their hand, 'At last, I finally have you in the palm of my hand, my ■■■■■■.'

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Life is but a short instance. Death is the sweet release from it's shackles. This cycle goes on in a never ending loop. Living beings tend to fear the inevitable, but death gives life meaning and value. Some cultures believe in reincarnation, the beginning of a new life after birth. The shedding of their past lives to begin a new as a being. Other cultures believe in resurrections, the return of the dead back to the land of the living. Either as the person they once were or an undead with no conscious thought and shells of their former selves. Another cultures also believe is transmigration, the transfer of a soul from another world into a body of a person in the other world. A sort of possession, either with the memories of the host body or none at all. One other belief in certain cultures is regression, the belief of one returning to the past from the future. Those who tend to proclaim themselves as regressors tend to be looked down upon as mentally disturbed and confused individuals, in turn it's believed that regressors keep their knowledge of what's to come to themselves.

Stories come and go, reincarnations, regressors, transmigrators, and the like. Souls that shoulders burdens with memories or inclings of their past lives. They either lived happily or died tragically. Such as life is but an unfair struggle, that even death doesn't grant them salvation.

"KILL THE DEVIL AND HIS SPAWNS!" Roars and cheers bellowed as crowds of people gathered at the center of the capital city. Stones and insults thrown towards prisoners with battered bodies covered in bruises and cuts, their limbs tied with ropes, some covered in blood. "DEATH TO THAT TYRANT!" Roared the crowd once more as some spat at the man standing tall and proud despite his horrid appearance. Tattered clothes, tied limbs, cuts and bruises, some covered in blood and a noose tied around his neck. The men on the platform had dark looks as their leader cleared his throat before addressing the crowd. Their surroundings filled with people, buildings and pavements were damaged, some blood splattered painted walls and streets, and smoke was seen from different parts of the city. The church being the only one unscathed with a man adorned in white clothing watching over the seen, sitting on a cabriole. Priests and Bishops standing behind them, and their high priestess standing beside the Pope with her eyes closed, her hands resting on her abdomen, a viel and a coif covering her hair. They watched upon as the revolutionaries and imperial citizens decided to judge their emperor for his tyranny.

"MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS! MY FELLOW COUNTRY MEN! WE GATHER HERE TODAY, AS WITNESS FOR THE JUDGEMENT OF THE SINNERS BEFORE US!" The crowd cheered at the man and spat at the prisoners and the man with the noose. The leader looked around in elation, "TODAY! THE TYRANT PAYS FOR THE SUFFERING THAT HE HAS CAUSED US! THE SINS HE SO DARED TRY TO HIDE! THE THEFT OF OUT MONEY! OUR CHILDREN! OUR FUTURE! THE WARS HE LED OUR FATHERS, SONS AND BROTHERS TO THEIR DEMISE! AS HIM AND HIS SPAWNS AND WHORES INDULGENCE THEMSELVES IN BOUNTIFUL FEASTS AND LUXURIES! WE SUFFER POVERTY AND STARVATION! ABUSE FROM THE NOBILITY! TREATED LIKE ANIMALS THAT WAIT ON THEIR FEET! MAY THIS BASTARD AND HIS KIN, ALONG WITH THEIR DOGS, BURN IN EVER BURNING HELLFIRE!" The crowd cheer as the his follower pulled the lever and hanged their former emperor. The former emperor struggled as the crowd cheered and laugh at the bastard that dared treat them like mules writhing and choking to death. Dark clouds began to form, as strong winds started to blow, while the crowd cheered for the execution of the bastard who ruined their empire.