Eternalsuffering Stories

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✨ Genre & Themes This is a tragic romance with supernatural elements, exploring the pain of eternal love, loss, and the cruelty of time. It delves into grief, fate, and the psychological torment of reliving sorrow over and over. ⏳ What to Expect A deep, emotional narrative centered on love and suffering A protagonist cursed to relive the loss of his beloved in an unending time loop A haunting, atmospheric setting in an isolated forest Themes of memory, identity, and the struggle against fate 💔 Inspiration & Mood If you love melancholic love stories, poetic tragedy, and supernatural curses, this book is for you. Expect a slow-burn, immersive experience filled with heartache, longing, and the desperate fight against an inescapable destiny.

WHEN GODS FALL The gods thought themselves eternal. Untouchable. They reveled in their own divinity, drowning in godwater, watching mortals die for their amusement, tearing entire species apart for sport. They believed themselves beyond consequence. Until something clawed its way back from the ashes. Vorthyx returned. Once a man, now a nightmare. A mortal who had everything ripped away his love, his family, his species, all erased by the gods. He does not pray for justice. He does not weep for mercy. He butchers them. Their temples crumble under his wrath. Their sacred lands drown in their children's blood. The once-immortal beings, so accustomed to worship, now kneel before him, begging for a death that never comes fast enough. But he is not alone. Aerin stands beside him. The most dangerous creation in the universe. A mortal twisted into something beyond comprehension. A mind so vast, so cold, that even the gods fear to speak his name. Aerin does not rage. He does not hate. He calculates. He has orchestrated every moment, every massacre, every scream, every fall. And when the gods beg, when they ask why-he only smiles. But something stirs. Something older than creation. Azhrram awakens. The first and final god. The one who should have never been disturbed. His breath unravels time. His hands unmake existence. The laws of the universe are written in his veins, and now, they burn with vengeance. He does not speak in words. He speaks in truth. "You have broken the divine order." The sky ruptures. Reality splits at its seams. What was once impossible is now undone. But Vorthyx does not kneel. Aerin does not run. They smile. Because this is exactly what they wanted. The heavens will rot. The gods will beg. And when the last one falls, something far worse will rise. Let the slaughter begin.

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