The Forgotten God
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Last published Sat, Sep 6, 2025
Once, he was worshiped as the Eternal Flame Veythar, a god who ruled in light and boundless power. But betrayal came not from enemies, but from the seven disciples who once knelt at his feet. With forbidden sorcery, they tore him down, casting his immortal essence into the void, a place of silence, hunger, and endless night.Yet gods do not die so easily.After centuries adrift in the emptiness, Veythar claws his way back into the mortal world, reborn in fragile flesh. He awakens not to the world he left behind, but to a realm warped by the corruption of his faith. Kingdoms rot under the rule of false prophets, monsters prowl in shadows once tamed, and the Seven, his betrayers have twisted his legacy into a crown of sin.Now walking as a god in mortal guise, Veythar takes upon himself a new name whispered in dread, the Forgotten God. His path is paved in vengeance. But every spell he casts, every fragment of divinity he reclaims, burns away his mortal shell.To reclaim eternity, he must hunt down his disciples each embodying a sin that once fed his worship and tear their kingdoms to ruin. Yet as the world bends beneath his wrath, Veythar must face a darker truth:Was his fall betrayal... or justice long delayed?A tale of wrath and ruin, The Forgotten God is a dark epic of gods and monsters, revenge and memory, where even divinity is not immune to corruption.
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