Ashwron Stories

EN: I woke up on a cold, stone floor. The only thing a saw was darkness and two red, glowing eyes. I heard my name being repeated over, and over again. When the thing saw me looking at it, it said something diffrent for the first time. "My little, loyal puppet." PL: Obudziłam się na zimnej, kamiennej podłodze. Jedyne, co zobaczyłam, to ciemność i dwoje czerwonych, świecących oczu. Słyszałam, jak moje imię powtarza się w kółko. Kiedy stwór zobaczył, że na niego patrzę, po raz pierwszy powiedział coś innego. „Moja mała, wierna laleczka".

yea its abt ashwron and newron hope u will like it :p

Toxic relationship and unspoken words that eventually lead to their downfall. There is little to no fluff here so get your pillow and hold tight onto it as you'll descend into this madness. Recommended reader age: 16+ Cover art done by me

The remains of QSMP #1 Nothing is as it was before. The world they knew has fallen. For the first time in the Island's history, the Federation allowed itself to feel fear. As control began to slip through their fingers, they decided on a final move - the Disconnection. Everything associated with the Island was meant to be erased from existence. Once and for all. But... for some reason, that did not happen. Ash wakes up in a cave on a swampy islet marked with ritual symbols, but he is not alone. Someone is with him, introducing herself as Ghosty... except his daughter no longer looks the way she once did. Ghosty tells him about the events of the recent months, explaining how it's possible that she is now with him. That she has returned. She explains to him that it is all thanks to a ritual performed by Ewron in Ash's absence. A ritual that carried immense consequences, for he who dabbles in necromancy acts against nature. And that is an unforgivable sin. Ash decides to do whatever it takes to find Ewron. Ewron sacrificed a part of himself to return Ghosty to him. Now, Ash will have to do the same to get him back.

!!!TW!!! blood, persecution, cannibalism ----------- "My blade, you are my blade" Ash had never met anyone so similar to himself in his life. Words were unnecessary to understand the other person.His heart pounded as he plunged his sword into the heart of another victim, blood filling his vision. It pounded as new plans for the destruction of this world formed in his mind. The words weren't even a metaphor. If Ewron ordered him to plunge his sword into his heart right now, he would. For a moment, a silence lingered between them, easing the tension. Ash questioned killing or kidnapping a comrade who was too perfect. He would interrogate him to see if one of his old enemies had hired an actor to undermine him. But what if this perfection turned out to be true?