THE DARK SLAUGHTER

THE DARK SLAUGHTER

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In a world where gods once ruled over realms of light and darkness, a dark entity known as Shadowfell, the Harbinger of Oblivion, rises from the abyss of forgotten worlds. Born from the chaos before creation, Shadowfell is neither a god nor a demon, but a being of pure destruction, existing solely to erase the remnants of evil that have lingered in the realms since the dawn of time. Shadowfell's existence is shrouded in mystery, and its power is unmatched. It holds a vendetta against those who are descendants of the evil gods-creatures born from dark powers that taint the world. These descendants, whether they are men, monsters, or beings of unimaginable strength, are corrupted by their divine heritage and have wreaked havoc upon the mortal realms. The story follows Shadowfell's relentless pursuit of vengeance as it hunts down these beings, each one more dangerous and twisted than the last. With each battle, Shadowfell leaves nothing but ruin in its wake, unraveling the very essence of these evil progenies and purging their bloodlines from existence. The creature's dark, ethereal presence is said to extinguish not only life but also the very memories of its victims, erasing them from history itself. As Shadowfell's rampage continues, it attracts the attention of powerful beings who seek to stop it, including fallen gods, ancient heroes, and otherworldly monsters. But no force can stand against Shadowfell's wrath for long. It is unstoppable, driven by a singular purpose-restoring balance by eradicating the remnants of divine corruption. The narrative explores themes of justice, vengeance, and the cost of power as Shadowfell battles not only its enemies but also the complex emotions that arise from its singular mission. Its path is paved with the ashes of the wicked, leaving the world teetering on the edge of a new era-one where only the purest souls can hope to survive the reckonig.
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A year after Alina Starkov tears down the Shadow Fold, she is finally able to settle into her peaceful life. There is no more war with Ravka. The Darkling, once her enemy, is now a loyal, protective husband, and a father to their adoptive daughter, Amelia. But all things must end. The Sun Summoner learns that a time of peace can become a time of chaos and upheaval in the blink of an eye. As quickly as one war ends, another can emerge. Alina must protect her country as Queen while making sure that the Darkling doesn't revert to his old villainous self, or else all they have built will come crashing down. This is a sequel to The True Saint, but can be read separately. The world is based off of the Shadow & Bone Netflix series/ books by Leigh Bardugo. Book cover art by: misticarts on tumblr ________ |PREVIEW| ------------- The Darkling raises his hand in a motion I know all too well. Behind him, a monster ten feet tall, made of shadow, forms in a menacing stance, ready to carry out his silent orders. I thought I had seen the last of his nichevo'ya a long time ago when we were on opposing sides of the war. I shake my head. "No. No, what are you doing? Wait!" I send the Cut barrelling at the monster. It dissociates into nothing only for another one to take its place. Again, I send the Cut through the abomination, but it was only a diversion. Another one forms behind me, capturing my arms to prevent me from summoning. It holds me above the ground. I kick and scream, but it covers my mouth with its long, slender arm, the other holding me securely to its chest. My breath is labored as I use all of my strength to fight it. It is futile. The Darkling approaches me, stroking his fingers across my cheek as a way to comfort me. It is hard, however, to comfort someone if you are the cause of the distress. "I will do anything in my power to protect you, my Dear Alina. Anything."

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