A life of shadow I've been living in, the only true light of my life will and shall be my own flame. I walked the path many psychopaths and murders had paced a million time, yet I somehow ended in a place different than any of them. It indeed is a wonder that I did not turn into one of the villains who tried to destroy the kingdom and the people that I swore to protect. Looking back to the life I had built; I could admit that I am truly a failure of the people of both the Gelumnatio and Combustioantitheus . A blackened blue heart of the gale at my left and an empty crater within my right, one could always say that I am heartless, both figuratively and literary. The sight of my sky-blue skin always sent shivers down any Moderians who dared to take a look. Of course, I couldn't blame them, for it is only during the old ages of Moderatus kind that the Gelumnatio were in great number. My fancy and cherishment in creating and destroying the frost servants were, luckily, deemed by the Moderians and Manipulators as a way to release my anger and displeasure toward them. Fools and bastardis, if only my intention were so noble! Indeed, a strange Gelumnatio like me surely is a strange case.
So now, where do we begin? Hm, perhaps where we are.
This is the proud kingdom of Sunset Empire, to which magic is not a dream nor a manifesto of imagination. A lawless land of endless possibility and bizarreness you are about to enter and might regret the moment you join. You are hereby to read the past form of the Sunset Empire, of which when we were just a kingdom out of many. This is the story and memory of me, Willier Gelumnatio, and enjoy your one-way trip to a hell we all share.
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The Manipulators
FantasyI thought up of this story in my mind for three years, and I am going to write it out. Currently, this is a solo project with random inspiration from various sources. Do note that the author of this story might be bad at English. It is also recommen...
