•A new Beginning•

•A new Beginning•

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Error Forced god of Destruction belongs to @harrish6 Agnosiophobia. (Noun) -The fear of the unknown or unfamiliar aspects of vast knowledge, the fear of making long-term decisions that soar beyond what the human brain is capable of understanding, the comprehension of hesitance and uncertainty. His life had been fairly simple up to now. Nothing particularly exciting or unusual, just doing the job that was assigned to him ever since time and space itself existed. In order to keep the multiverse as protected and stable as earthly possible. To do his responsibilities that he must carry to bitter fulfilment. So grief will never be born, never again. Truthfully, he had no will to keep going. He had thought he would continue drowning in his own self guilt and die alone in the forbidden waters of obscurity. He had already given up on ever escaping his purpose, he didn't have any intention whatsoever to twist the ropes of impossibility to his favour, it would never be possible. At least, that's what he thought. But soon, things changed when the protecter thought of a plan to get rid of him for good. To no longer bring destruction and pain to the multiverse. For the betterment of humanity. Without ever knowing, that single day would go deeper then ever before in history. A day where he would have to face his nightmares. A day where hatred became inevitable, unavoidable. A day where he would finally fight back. Honestly, He would have never thought he would ever dare to do such a thing. For even the gods themselves needed him desperately to keep the balance from collapsing. Why would he ever leave them? Why would he turn his back on them? The answer was plain and simple. He didn't care, not anymore. Really, it was too bad his own bottled up insanity finally broke and swallowed him in the end. But maybe because of that, he would be okay. What will he do? How does he plan to escape such tragedy? What will happen to him? He guessed, only destiny will know.
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His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

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