Forsaken
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- Votos 8
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Aeluin-the gods' favorite, a being of unparalleled beauty, his very existence woven with fragments of a fallen world's divine power. Born from the roots of the World Tree, nourished by the blood of ancient gods, he was destined to restore the shattered balance between chaos and creation.
But for love, he broke the rules. He defied the gods, ran to the human world, and became a sinner.
As punishment, he was cast back in time after his death-his power sealed, his body frail, wracked with unbearable pain each time he changed the future.
Yet he feels nothing.
He has suffered too long, bled too much. What is one more wound when he no longer cares?
Ruan, Asen, Elior, Noctis, Lai- once, they were his. His Espers.
They taught him love and feelings. They cherished him. They bled for him, lived for him, and, they dared to die for him.
But fate is cruel.
They forgot him.
Even until his death in last life or even after his regression.
They do not remember him.
Their trust belongs to another-a soft-spoken, innocent-looking Guide. Their gazes hold nothing but contempt. The past has repeated itself once more.
But Ael is tired.
He no longer wishes to chase after them. He won't beg for their trust. He won't cry over their indifference or their hostility ever again.
He lets them go.
So why-why are they suddenly the ones chasing him?
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