The Horns of Aether

The Horns of Aether

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WARNING intense profanity. "Kael-if you're reading this, I'm already gone. Don't trust the Horns." He said it was just a sickness. That he'd be fine. But the truth was in the note I wasn't supposed to find. "The Aether doesn't heal. It takes. It whispers, and waits, and wears you down until you say yes." My brother thought he could handle it. Thought he could fix everything with a drop of borrowed power. He was wrong. Now the Horns are waking. The Beast is stirring. And I've got a demon cat with too many teeth and a name I gave him as a joke. This isn't a story about saving the world. It's about surviving what we left buried. They should've never built the city so high. One wrong blow below- and the whole world comes crashing down.
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"You're gonna get stabbed one of these days, seriously." I used to just laugh off my friends' warnings. Blessed with a silver tongue, I'd toyed with countless women since I was a child, and my college days were spent cycling through dozens of them. I was that kind of womanizing scumbag, and I genuinely believed there was no way I'd ever get stabbed in a law-abiding country like Japan. ...That is, until the night an ex-girlfriend I'd carelessly tossed aside stabbed me in the back. As my consciousness faded, I remembered my grandmother's words, "Everything you do comes back to you," and I died regretting my own foolishness.

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