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VERCAI
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Ongoing, First published May 19, 2025
In the shadows, the battle of good and evil rages on with what little remains of the old-world warriors, until the day the true-born heir to both thrones are conceived in unison and a great battle for this world takes place. I sit here, on the edge of the world. Waiting. Praying. Preparing to play my part on where this world is headed. For death is beautiful. Life is ugly.
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The Trials

18 parts Ongoing

How do you get rid of the biggest part of you? How do you ignore the call of something so beautiful yet so deadly? How do you resist the darkness that's been living, growing and thriving within you even before you were born? How do you turn down the only chance to get all the answers you desire, even if it leads you down a path of chaos, horror, and madness? A path others have fought for you not to tread. But why fight at all? Why fight a fire that only burns brighter? "Listen, you can choose not to believe this. But I've been where you are, I've felt what you feel." I opened my mouth to snap back, but he continued, his voice cracking. "Don't ask me how I know-all I know is I dont want to hurt you. I dont want a throne. I just...I just want you to be okay. I can't...I can't lose you too." His eyes shone with sincerity, heart-wrenching pain...and something more. But none affected me. Not anymore. "What makes you think I care about you losing me," I whispered. "When I don't even care if I lose myself?" The others may be trying to douse the fire, but I rather let it burn. Burn until it consumed us all.