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''It was a one in a billion chance. With each anomaly found, the probability is exponentiated. The possibility that the radiation from the explosion would alter the genetic code of a human being to such a level of precision, with just the right permutation to create... meta humans is beyond unfathomable. Yet in this eve, we may just caused an evolutionary leap for mankind, gentlemen.''
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==Prologue==
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''(Some time in the future)''
  
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- Doctor Youssef Rawling, Ph.D in Nuclear Physics
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"Quite the weather, eh, Garcia?"
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A beam of sunlight shone, dividing the UN territory from the New Nation.
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I managed a smile despite it all.
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"Yeah," I muttered.
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Parsa gazed at the distance.
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"Hey. Do you remember when Guillaume used to shoot those cans with that dart gun?"
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"Ha! Yeah. Of course! We ended up having to buy him lunch. Who would have guessed that little French nerd would have been such a good shot."
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My chest hurt.
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They could have been the worst enemy in the world.
  
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==Prologue==
 
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It is the year 2032. With the evolution of artificial intelligence, the world had shifted into an age of data. Everyday tasks were automated by computer processes. Computer science was paired hand in hand with society. Improving mankind.
 
  
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And with the rise of artificial intelligence, the use of automation and machine learning had enabled multiple frontiers in science and engineering to be unlocked. Cutting edge technology had become more and more prevalent. And soon, governments from all around the globe raced to represent the country to discover the next ground breaking medicine, technology, physical phenomena...
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I wouldn't even mind if it was one of those bullies back in high school who tormented us for being from across the border.
  
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and weapon.
 
  
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"General Routh." Lieutenant Baker solemnly took off his hat.
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Why...
  
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"Our Orion Squadron has... been eliminated."
 
  
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Routh slowly placed the papers he was holding in his hand on the glass surface of the desk. The congress was silent, as the sounds of gunshots peppering the air could be heard from the communication device, echoing in the enclosed bunker.
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Parsa leaned back against the wall.
  
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"Lieutenant Baker, state cause of elimination."
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"And Tilly? Do you remember how she always got distracted whenever we walked by the tea shop?"
  
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"Yeah."
  
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Baker closed his eyes.
 
  
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"It was them. The high powered mortars of the Vaticus. The Orion stood no chance, sir."
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My hand was trembling. The sun had shifted, sending a large shadow across the two of us, casting the divide even more significant.
  
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Why...
  
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SLAM.
 
  
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"How many more lives will it take, General?" An officer took to his feet, indignation finally breaking through his objective mask.
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Parsa looked me in the eye.
  
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"Young men and women are on the front, fighting for their lives. Fighting those... those Torvi bastards. Ameradans. Canareians. Our brothers and sisters across the border. At this point, we are deploying our next generation to their deaths. While we, the Ameradan Military Leaders, cower behind steel walls!"
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"In the New Nation... people like them, and people like us. Will never face oppression. This is what a nation is about."
  
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"You will speak to your superior with respect, Lieutenant Voorhes." A woman cut Voorhes off, her cold glare causing great discomfort to ripple across the congress.
 
  
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"No, General Livia. He is right." Routh muttered.
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If that was the case...
  
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Livia was silent, slowly taking her seat.
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If that was the case...
  
  
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Routh knew what Ameradan, the nation he had been called to serve, was doing. He knew his soldiers were being torn apart. But there was nothing they could do.
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Parsa extended his hand, as the sun crept past the horizon, illuminating the numerous corpses and destroyed buildings between the border that separated us.
  
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There was nothing the United Nations could do against Torvus now.
 
  
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While Ameradan and Canaria had taken full advantage of the advancement of artificial intelligence to greatly expand their technological empire, it had not been enough.
 
  
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Breakthroughs of research in medicine, science, energy, transportation, greenhouse gas reductions... For a time, it had led to a flourishing economy in both nations.
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The thousands of soldiers from the New Nation, and thousands of soldiers from the United Nations, backing their respective representatives.
  
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While it had indirectly benefitted their military might, there was a limit to ethical engineering.
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Parsa glared at me.
  
  
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And in the end, ethical engineering would always be eclipsed by unethical engineering.
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"Please, Nathan. You don't need to pretend anymore. This is the only solution to this problem. You know that in your heart."
  
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The philosophy of using AI and machine learning to fully benefit the military might of a nation.
 
  
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This was the philosophy adopted by the nation of Torvus.
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I slowly lifted my hand, pressing a relic to my chest.
  
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"The ghosts of those who were killed in our war say otherwise."
  
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And when Torvus had chosen to finally invade their neighbouring nation, Kronia, a member of the United Nations, they had decided to declare war against the world.
 
  
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"Hey. Ukko. Is this working?" An adolescent voice suddenly broke the silence of the room, causing a jolt to run down Routh's spine.
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Parsa clenched his fist.
  
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"Then..."
  
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"HELLOOOOOO. I know you Ameradans can see this! Don't ignore me!" The voice sung, as the screen suddenly changed.
 
  
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The face of a young girl smiling illuminated the entire congress, causing a wave of chaos to ripple amongst the members.
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KRA-KOOM.
  
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"What the hell is this? River, have we been breached?"
 
  
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River furiously mashed the buttons on his computer, but to no avail, as the girl continued singing, moving and tilting the camera angle in an unorthodox manner.
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A flash of light appeared in the distance, as time seemed to slow down.
  
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But the ghostly apparition of Yuna Tetras appeared before me, slicing the bullet in mid-air with her knives.
  
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Routh clenched his fist. Despite the chaos ensuing in the consensus, his mind was fixed solely on the maniacal eyes of the girl who had taken over the assembly.
 
  
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Her short blonde hair dancing in the wind, the bodies of the numerous soldiers who were disembowelled behind her. Their blood, staining her Torvian military uniform. But it was a special uniform.
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Yuna then turned to Parsa, closing in and slashing at him with an animalistic rage, but Parsa's immortal body absorbed the slices like nothing.
  
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A uniform assigned only to Torvus' most elite Taskforce.
 
  
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Parsa pulled his rifle from behind his back and fired at me, causing Yuna to gasp.
  
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"Kanna Beckingdale. What do you want." Routh said, as he eyed the girl.
 
  
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"Awww. General Routh. You're going ahead and calling me by my real name! How embarrassing! Eeee!" Kanna squealed, putting her hands against her cheeks.
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''Boss!''
  
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"But you know, you really shouldn't be giving me the cold shoulder. After all..."
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The spirit of Glob bounced in front of me, expanding and rebounding the bullet away.
  
  
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The phones of the congress suddenly began beeping.
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I clutched the relic and shouted.
  
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"Dammit. Beckingdale's powers go through even the high density Osmium borders of the Pod?" A voice panicked.
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There was no more time to worry about myself. Or about Parsa.
  
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"That bitch!" Another said.
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Parsa had now become strong enough to fight off Yuna Tetras of all people. Humanity's strongest assassin.
  
  
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With each voice that filled the air, Kanna's smile continued enlarging.
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He was too far gone.
  
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''You don't know when we will strike again. And whenever we strike, we know you cannot stop us. None of you can.''
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Another spirit, different from the rest, ripped out of the relic and began flooding my body as it began possessing it.
  
  
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An alert sound erupted all around the room, causing numerous military personnel to attend to them.
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Dark power surged through my body. My soul fighting for control.
  
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"General Routh! Another shelter has been compromised!"
 
  
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Routh ignored Kanna and ran to the side. Kanna watched the General with a sadistic curiosity.
 
  
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"General Forger. Report!" Routh said, sternly.
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Parsa flew back on his hoverboard.
  
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"Bastard... You really went there... didn't you."
  
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"General Routh... no... Quentin... It's over. We did all we could. But..."
 
  
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"You have my orders, you have my permission, Forger. Use the atomic cann-"
 
  
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"I'm sorry, Routh. We... we've already used it. He nullified it all. He..."
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I will stop you...
  
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RIP.
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I will be the one to stop you Parsa.
  
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SCREEEEE.
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Because you are my blood brother, I am the only one who can.
  
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"'''Beelzebub'''... this is my contract with you. Thirty years off my lifespan to give me the power to defeat '''Parsa Soroush, The Unstoppable'''!"
  
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"Listen to me, Forger. The civilians of Kronia are your first priority, you-"
 
  
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"Quentin... it's over for us. All those rumours about Atomos. They were true. They were...."
 
  
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KABOOM.
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Parsa aimed his rifle again but was blown back by the winds of the forbidden power.
  
  
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The screen shifted to the image of a man, who stood before the screaming civilians.
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''The Ghost King would go so far as to give away the remaining years of his life to stop you, Parsa Soroush. I hope you are worth this fight.''
  
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"Soldiers..." Forger muttered, the screen broadcasting Atomos from the General's point of view, shone to the whole congress.
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The King of Hell's voice rumbled across the battlefield, as the forces of The New Nation shifted uncomfortably.
  
  
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"We will defend the people of Kronia with our lives. Hold off Atomos with your lives. A soldier serves their country. But today, we will serve Kronia. Because Kronia is our comrade."
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Parsa glared at the apparition which had controlled my body.
  
  
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Frustration surged through Routh's body, as he watched Quentin Forger, his best friend from since the first day the two enlisted in the US military, to the day the both of them were promoted to generals, was slaughtered live.
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"Nathan... I wish it didn't have to come to this."
  
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Knowing full well there was nothing they could do.
 
  
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Against the might of Torvus' elite.
 
  
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The Obsidian.
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Me neither.
  
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Atomos, a direct result of Torvus' military research, was a Torvi soldier who had willingly participated in numerous genetic mutations through AI, and possessed the power to generate tremendous amounts of energy by seemingly initiating atomic bond breaking and formation in his body. Doing so allowed him to not only release energy, but manipulate it.
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Me neither, Parsa.
  
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From previous reports, it was Atomos who had destroyed half of Amerada's aerial fleet, there was not a single military missile that could defeat him. And with Kanna Beckingdale's technomancy, thee two were seen frequently together.
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But just as I had sacrificed the last years of my life, you did too.
  
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And whenever a member of the Obsidian appeared, the world was subject to their mercy.
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So you could become who you wanted in the end.
  
  
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This war...
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To become a god and bring your dreams of what you thought was true equality to fruition.
  
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Would always be a war destined for Torvus to win.
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You became a god who has lost everything.
  
  
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Until the mistake of a certain Canareian nuclear physicist, by the name of Youssef Rawling, changed the course of the war forever.
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A Lonely God.

Revision as of 01:58, 29 May 2023

Prologue

(Some time in the future)

"Quite the weather, eh, Garcia?"

A beam of sunlight shone, dividing the UN territory from the New Nation.


I managed a smile despite it all.

"Yeah," I muttered.


Parsa gazed at the distance.

"Hey. Do you remember when Guillaume used to shoot those cans with that dart gun?"

"Ha! Yeah. Of course! We ended up having to buy him lunch. Who would have guessed that little French nerd would have been such a good shot."


My chest hurt.

They could have been the worst enemy in the world.


I wouldn't even mind if it was one of those bullies back in high school who tormented us for being from across the border.


Why...


Parsa leaned back against the wall.

"And Tilly? Do you remember how she always got distracted whenever we walked by the tea shop?"

"Yeah."


My hand was trembling. The sun had shifted, sending a large shadow across the two of us, casting the divide even more significant.

Why...


Parsa looked me in the eye.

"In the New Nation... people like them, and people like us. Will never face oppression. This is what a nation is about."


If that was the case...

If that was the case...


Parsa extended his hand, as the sun crept past the horizon, illuminating the numerous corpses and destroyed buildings between the border that separated us.


The thousands of soldiers from the New Nation, and thousands of soldiers from the United Nations, backing their respective representatives.

Parsa glared at me.


"Please, Nathan. You don't need to pretend anymore. This is the only solution to this problem. You know that in your heart."


I slowly lifted my hand, pressing a relic to my chest.

"The ghosts of those who were killed in our war say otherwise."


Parsa clenched his fist.

"Then..."


KRA-KOOM.


A flash of light appeared in the distance, as time seemed to slow down.

But the ghostly apparition of Yuna Tetras appeared before me, slicing the bullet in mid-air with her knives.


Yuna then turned to Parsa, closing in and slashing at him with an animalistic rage, but Parsa's immortal body absorbed the slices like nothing.


Parsa pulled his rifle from behind his back and fired at me, causing Yuna to gasp.


Boss!

The spirit of Glob bounced in front of me, expanding and rebounding the bullet away.


I clutched the relic and shouted.

There was no more time to worry about myself. Or about Parsa.

Parsa had now become strong enough to fight off Yuna Tetras of all people. Humanity's strongest assassin.


He was too far gone.

Another spirit, different from the rest, ripped out of the relic and began flooding my body as it began possessing it.


Dark power surged through my body. My soul fighting for control.


Parsa flew back on his hoverboard.

"Bastard... You really went there... didn't you."


I will stop you...

I will be the one to stop you Parsa.

Because you are my blood brother, I am the only one who can.

"Beelzebub... this is my contract with you. Thirty years off my lifespan to give me the power to defeat Parsa Soroush, The Unstoppable!"


Parsa aimed his rifle again but was blown back by the winds of the forbidden power.


The Ghost King would go so far as to give away the remaining years of his life to stop you, Parsa Soroush. I hope you are worth this fight.

The King of Hell's voice rumbled across the battlefield, as the forces of The New Nation shifted uncomfortably.


Parsa glared at the apparition which had controlled my body.


"Nathan... I wish it didn't have to come to this."


Me neither.

Me neither, Parsa.

But just as I had sacrificed the last years of my life, you did too.

So you could become who you wanted in the end.


To become a god and bring your dreams of what you thought was true equality to fruition.

You became a god who has lost everything.


A Lonely God.

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