SCARS OF BANE (REWRITE)
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  • Reads 839
  • Votes 55
  • Parts 3
  • Time 17m
Ongoing, First published Sep 22, 2021
Mature
Serafino is a well-known assassin among his field, and it's what he does best. Killing, taking lives without an ounce of guilt in his body. 
But when he is forced to take the life of an innocent soul, something far stronger than guilt consumes him: fear. Something sinister has awakened in their supernatural world, and Serafino must abandon what he knows best to take on the job of saving thousands.
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Insanity was bred in the pits of Hell. Emeri Marcello was a deep believer in that. His sole empire clawed away at a being, tearing apart their mind, leaving only a mess of tatters and blood in their wake. There was no escape. Be it the surface world, or the gnarled mangroves of his very mind. There was no solace, no solitude. How was one ever expected to survive against the call of the damned when locked away in such a monstrous prison? Emeri had never fantasised of anything else. A ruler in his own right, a king amongst paupers, with a domain of flame and sin at his fingertips. What else could there possibly be? He had pets to entertain him, to bleed for him, to fall at bended knee to his every command. What else might possibly tempt him away from the sickening reality he had come to know? Boredom, perhaps. The petulance of a neglected child, feeding the impulse of an arrogant adolescent. One simple choice, one eternal decision, that had been Emeri's fate. His path changed. Not in a fit of rage, nor some wrathful tantrum, in that tiny verdict that had whispered to him from the very darkest part of himself. From the abhorrent version of his own normality to something new, something interesting... Someone interesting...