Caelum has lived a life of fractured identities, hiding behind masks shaped to protect, to please, to save. For years, he crafted versions of himself - the warrior who fights without rest, the healer who bleeds for others, the shadow who hides pain behind a smile, the clown who laughs despite the scars, even an angel of justice, a savior for the weak. Each mask grew into a being of its own, reflections of what the world needed from him, leaving Caelum himself buried beneath their weight.
Now, on a journey as dark as it is liberating, Caelum hunts down each of these personas, confronting the fragments of himself he once believed in. As each mask fights to survive, he faces his own past: the clown who ignored his pain to bring others joy, the healer who neglected himself to heal the wounded, the warrior who wore himself to exhaustion in others' battles. Each encounter strips away a layer, revealing the truth he has buried for too long.
Error might have been well known across the multiverse, but it wasn't exactly positive attention. Having 'destroyer of universes' as your job title was bound to have a negative impact on his life, right? Sometimes it's better to be feared than loved.
Please keep in mind that this is my first story and It will probably be bad.
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Started on the 23rd of February 2021
Discontinued as of 30th of May 2021
Started writing again on the 20th of December 2021
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