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The Hollow Knight as a Servant. [Slow Updates] (Note: Souls and Singularities was my inspiration for this story.) Tags: - 1 in #classes 11/10/2023 - XX/XX/20XX - 1 in #hallownest 21/10/2023 - XX/XX/20XX - 1 in #thehollowknight 26/10/2023 - XX/XX/20XX - 1 in #fategrandorder 29/10/2023 - XX/XX/20XX

Title: Faded Ink Sub-Title: Bleached Imagination Genre: Action / Adventure Rating: T Status: Retcon - Current Official One Sypnosis: No one could truly believe that our universe is alone. In fact, it's more accurate to say that the universe is merely a pebble in a vast, cosmic pond, though this notion might be hard to grasp. Yet, for those who understand, it is true: the universe is just one of countless small pebbles, floating in a primordial expanse beyond normal space and time. This is the story of how everything begins: from a tranquil pool to the chaos that follows.

I came back from the mission. Can't say it was difficult, because it wasn't. Some Nest guy got robbed and lost a giant metallic suitcase. That made things easy: just walk around the Backstreets and check who's dumb enough to be hauling around a shiny box like that. Turns out, it was some no-name Syndicate. I rarely kill. Only when someone's too far gone upstairs. These guys? Just street rats. Took the suitcase right out of their hands. No blood. Just like an average Fixer would do. Another mission down. One more notch to raise Gray Hand Solutions' rep. I can already smell the Ahn coming in.

(A High School DxD Fanfiction) [Author's Note / Warning] {This story takes place in the High School DxD universe, but it forges its own road. Expect: - Significant deviations from canon events and timeline. - Original characters taking major roles and driving the plot. - A heavier focus on worldbuilding and lore over fanservice and ecchi. If you dislike Issei Hyoudou, fair warning, he's still here, alive and kicking. He won't be erased, rewritten into oblivion, or reduced to a cameo.} Kenji Tanaka is not cold. He is trapped. Inside, he holds the warmth of sunlit baseball fields and easy camaraderie. Outside, his voice locks down: sentences fracture into shards, gestures freeze mid-reach. He cares fiercely: for his family, for connections, for the clean geometry of a well-thrown fastball. But the world sees only ice. Calculation. A face that whispers danger. Kuoh Academy was meant to be his fresh start. His sisters promised friends, normalcy. They lied. Oh, and the supernatural exists too.

The Pale King. Legends talk about him. On how he was a great ruler that perished thanks to his thirst of knowledge. Never try to have power you can't achieve. (Current Ownership to @InternetFan)