The Golden Lion's Mantle [Kuroinu Fanfic]

THE FALL OF MAN

Hello readers, and other writers, I am sorry for leaving you on for several months on hold (especially those who read it in FF.net with 4 chapters), in "The Golden Lion's Mantle". I am happy it went well for the first time, but after realizing my several flaws within the process of the story, trouble took initiative. So I stopped writing it to learn more and improve my writing whenever it comes to English, it isn't my first language alright? Also with several factors that I have to do stuff in real life, yes, I do go outside and touch grass.

Now here I am, writing again, a reboot for my fan fiction and prepared with heavy research about the Rise of the Reds Lore. After my research, I will attempt to soldier through the Kuroinu series and skip some... You know? Scenes...

Anyway, I am not going to hold you out any longer for this introduction of mine. Alright, thanks for reading, if it disappoints some of you go read something else that is better, or if you liked it... Thank you.

By the way! I still won't hesitate to take some pointers or corrections about my grammar.

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[AUTHOR DOES NOT OWN THE FRANCHISE AND THE SERIES, EXCEPT ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.]

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[This fanfiction is inspired by "Rising One-Wing Lion of Eostia'' by Danteinfernus and "The Old and New World" by Zae'lah.]

[The author also appreciates any criticism from the readers to improve storytelling and grammar.]

[Have a good day and start reading.]

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PROLOGUE

"THE FALL OF MAN"

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The sky, once a canvas of bright blue where the sun's rays generously bathed the earth, had morphed into a blanket of gray, tarnished by humanity's endeavors. The camera began its descent, offering a panoramic view of a city ensnared in chaos, with pillars of smoke clawing their way upwards from the ravages below.

Beneath this scene of devastation flowed the Garonne River, a vast artery of water carving its path through the landscapes of Bordeaux and Toulouse. This ancient river, flowing beneath a stone bridge of age-old craftsmanship, bore witness in silent testament to the turmoil that unfolded along its banks. As the camera continued its downward journey, the semblance of tranquility was shattered by the distant cacophony of explosions. These eruptions sent shockwaves through the beleaguered streets, a grim symphony accompanying the spectacle of destruction.

Amidst this chaos, dark objects arced through the sky, descending with devastating force upon the city's structures. Explosions tore through the urban landscape, sending tremors across the terrain. On the streets below, men clad in hues of blue and maroon confronted each other. Armed with iron staves, they clashed, their weapons discharging with the roar of thunder, adding to the chaos that had seized the city.

"Suppressing Fire!"

"Fuck those Ruskoffs up!"

*Gunshots*