《Crown of The Sovereign》 New Cycle A boy, chained and covered in blood, so weak and skinny he seemed made of bones, screamed loudly in agony and pain. "Noooooooooooo!" he cried as a man wielding a sword approached him. Slahe! Suddenly, the place fell silent, the last sound being the blade''s swift cut and blood spraying everywhere. Everything went dark. In the middle of that darkness, a shadowy figure with no distinct features, resembling a male human, a soul fell into the endless void. "What was that scream?" the soul questioned, unable to remember no matter how hard it tried. As time passed, the memories faded, as if being erased during the fall. Finally, the soul forgot completely. "What was I trying to remember again?" Suddenly, a golden light began to illuminate the darkness. The soul was amazed by its brilliance but couldn''t shake the feeling that it had seen it before. "Did I see this before?" As the light enveloped the soul and its eyes began to close, it whispered, "This feels familiar." The silence of the darkness was replaced by the sounds of a woman screaming¡ªnot in pain, but in the throes of childbirth. "Come on, a little more," urged the midwife assisting the woman. The woman, covered in sweat and exhausted, said, "I can''t do it." The man beside her held her hand and comforted her, "You heard her, just a little more." Finally, with a final push, a loud baby''s cry filled the air, and everyone''s faces lit up with happiness. As the woman held her baby, he opened his eyes. "Where am I? Who am I?" the baby thought, looking at the man and woman''s faces. Suddenly, the door burst open, and three children entered. "Where is he? We want to see him," said the two girls in unison. "Take it easy, you might scare him," said the boy with a calm and warm tone. The girls climbed onto the bed to see the baby. "Very beautiful, he looks like an angel," they said in unison. They were right; he had hair like the sun and blue eyes like the sky, with pale white skin. The baby, confused, looked at the family surrounding him. "Who are all these people, and why do they seem so happy?" The man stood up and lifted the girls from the bed to the ground. "Now, now, shouldn''t you introduce yourselves first?" "Yes, we forgot," said the girls in unison. "I am Elizabeth," said the girl with the blonde hair and ponytail. "I am Beatrice," said the girl with long blonde hair. "And we are your twin older sisters," they said in unison. The boy with brown hair, who seemed older than the girls, stepped forward and said with a calm voice, "And I am Thomas, your big brother. I am happy to meet you, little brother."Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. The midwife, who had finished collecting her things, said, "I can''t believe such a kind and polite boy is your son." The man smiled and said, "Why, I am also a polite person." The midwife patted Thomas and left the house, completely ignoring the man. The man then looked at the kids and said, "You also have to go to sleep because tomorrow will be a big day." The girls ran to the man, using their cute faces, and said in unison, "We don''t want to. Can''t we sleep with you tonight?" The man started to sweat, nearly falling for their trick, but Thomas intervened at the last second, saving him. "Come on, let''s go. We will have all our lives to see him, but for now, let''s let him rest." Thomas then proceeded to drag the sisters outside the room and closed the door behind him. The man let out a sigh and said, "The midwife is right; I don''t deserve such a good boy." The man looked back at the bed and said, "Now it''s time for your mother and me to introduce ourselves, right ce..." but his words were cut short when he saw that the woman had fallen asleep from exhaustion. The man, who had brown hair and a beard, smiled and lifted the baby. "I am your father, Alexander," he said, pointing at the sleeping woman with blonde hair. "This is your mother, Celestina, and from now on, we are your family." Alexander then placed the baby near his mother, turned off the light, and joined them in bed. The baby, still trying to process what was happening, thought, "Elizabeth, Beatrice, Thomas, Alexander, and Celestina¡ªthey are my family." Suddenly, a strong feeling of warmth filled the baby''s heart. "Is this happiness?" Then he fell asleep. The next day, all the villagers came to celebrate the baby''s birth and participate in the naming ceremony. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, and the children playing around. The women sat at tables, with the largest table hosting Celestina and the baby. A village woman approached Celestina and said, "Wow, your child is really quiet. Mine didn''t stop screaming during his naming ceremony." Celestina, with a proud look, said, "Because he''s a gentle child and doesn''t want to tire me." The men stood drinking and chatting, with Alexander in the middle, holding a cup. A drunk village man said, "Alexander, you lucky bastard. You have a beautiful wife and three amazing children, and now you''ve added another one." Alexander took a sip from his cup, then smiled and said, "I guess I am just blessed." Suddenly, a strange man wearing priestly clothing said, "I am sure you are, Alexander." Alexander was shocked when he saw the man and quickly threw the cup he was holding. "Priest Castellan, you came!" Priest Castellan smiled and walked past Alexander, heading toward the ceremony altar. "Come on, Alexander, it''s time to give your baby a name." The family gathered near the altar, and the villagers stood behind, watching. Priest Castellan took the baby from Celestina and placed him on the altar. The priest looked at the family and said, "What name have you chosen?" The family looked at each other and nodded. Celestina stepped forward and said, "This child is special because when I was pregnant with him, I was very sick. Many people told me he would be born deformed or die at birth, but I prayed with all my strength, and my prayers were answered." Celestina looked at the sky and said, "Today is brighter than usual, and the air is warm. I believe this is a sign of the Sovereign''s love." Celestina looked straight at the priest and said with a warm voice full of love, "That''s why I will name him Amadeus." Priest Castellan, hardly holding back his tears, said, "My dear daughter, what a beautiful name. You have made this grandpa proud." Priest Castellan put his hands together, his voice resonating with a profound authority as he began chanting, "Great Sovereign of Creation, bless this child and his name, Amadeus, with your strength". Suddenly, a golden light began to form around the priest, growing brighter with each passing moment until it enveloped the entire altar. The villagers watched in awe, their faces illuminated by the radiant glow. The light shimmered like liquid gold. The light then started to converge, towards Amadeus. As the golden light approached, it began to enter Amadeus''s body, suffusing him with warmth and an indescribable energy. as the light faded The baby, who had been silently observing this hole time thought " Amadeus, so that''s my name". Marking the end of the naming ceremony The Cycle End The bunny was nibbling on grass in the middle of the forest peacefully, unaware of the four eyes watching it from the bushes. "Be quiet or he''ll hear us," whispered a girl''s voice from the bushes. "Come on, it''s now or never. We''ve been following him all day," replied a boy''s voice, also in a whisper. Suddenly, the boy leaped from the bushes and grabbed the rabbit, hugging it tightly while it kicked at his face. "I told you, waiting and thinking too much can make you miss the chance to act," said the boy, a 15-year-old with blond hair and blue eyes. "Amadeus, you always act on your instincts without thinking things through," said the girl, stepping out of the bushes and brushing herself off. She was also 15, with long black hair and black eyes. "Don''t be a killjoy, Isabel. The important thing is that I got it," said the boy, who had grown from baby Amadeus into a spirited teenager. He stood up and grinned at Isabel, hoping to make her jealous. "Your methods are rushed and risky. We spent the whole morning chasing one rabbit, and the only reason we caught it is because you finally listened to me," said Isabel, recalling how Amadeus had even jumped off a cliff in pursuit of the rabbit. Thankfully, it wasn''t a big fall. "The method doesn''t matter; what matters is the outcome. Trial and error are part of the process," said Amadeus, looking at Isabel seriously. Silence filled the air until it was broken by a sudden shout. "Aaaaah!" "It bit me! Does this mean I''m going to die?" said Amadeus, holding his hand where the rabbit had nipped him. "Don''t worry, you big baby. It''s not poisoned. It just got annoyed because you were hugging it too long," said Isabel, patting the rabbit to calm it. "You should be comforting me, not the rabbit. I''m the one who got bitten," said Amadeus angrily. "You must have scared it, having such a big idiot hold you," Isabel said to the rabbit, ignoring Amadeus. "Come on, let''s start heading back. We''ve been gone too long," said Isabel, turning toward the village. "Oh no, time passed so quickly! My mom is going to kill me," said Amadeus, suddenly sprinting ahead of Isabel. "Hey, wait for me!" called Isabel, running after him. "Sometimes he acts like a childish idiot, but other times he seems so grown-up. I don''t understand him," Isabel thought to herself as she ran, watching Amadeus''s back. They kept running through the forest until they reached a cliff that overlooked their village, which had grown larger over the years. "I never get tired of this view. Even though it''s just a village and not a luxurious castle, it''s home... my home," Amadeus said, looking at the village with warm eyes. Isabel, standing behind him, started blushing. "Hey, are you alright? Your face is as red as a tomato," Amadeus said, noticing her flushed face. "It''s nothing. It must be from all the running," Isabel replied quickly, averting her eyes from Amadeus. "Whatever. Let''s go. I have to show the rabbit to my sisters before it starts biting again," Amadeus said, continuing to run toward the village. "Focus, Isabel. He''s just a man-child, but why does he have to be so cool?" Isabel muttered to herself, shaking her head as she followed Amadeus. They finally entered the bustling village, where people were busy selling goods and gathering resources. "Hey, Amadeus! You promised to help me get wood for my forge. Where have you been?" called out the forge owner, a tall and bulky man, from behind Amadeus. "Sorry, Mister William. I was busy getting a gift for my sister," Amadeus said, lowering his head in apology. "It''s okay. Just remember to do it after delivering the gift. It''s her birthday, after all," William said, his frustration dissipating. The two bade farewell to William and continued toward Amadeus''s house. "He sure moves quietly for a man his size," Amadeus commented to Isabel. "If you had done the work he assigned you a week ago, you''d have free time now. And of course, he moves quietly because he was an adventurer in the guild," Isabel replied.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Finally, they reached Amadeus''s house, which was larger than the others because it belonged to the village chief, his father Alexander. "Sisters, look what I got you!" Amadeus called, bursting into his sisters'' room. There, two beautiful 19-year-old ladies were doing their hair. "You are so beautiful, sisters," Amadeus said, stunned by their beauty. "First, thank you for the compliment, little brother," Elizabeth said, smiling. "Second, didn''t we tell you to knock before entering? This is a girls'' room, not a horse stable," Beatrice added, looking angry. "From my perspective, they''re not that different," said Thomas, who had just arrived. Now 22, he had a handsome face and a calm demeanor. "Of course it looks the same to someone who spends all his time with horses," Elizabeth mocked him. "It''s my job, and the best part is that horses don''t have long tongues," Thomas retorted. "How long are you going to ignore me?" Amadeus yelled, feeling left out. "Sorry, little brother. You know your sisters can be difficult. Let me see what you have," Thomas said, bending down to look at the rabbit. "Wow, it''s such a beautiful rabbit," Thomas said, patting it. "Rabbit? Did you say a rabbit?" the sisters exclaimed, finally noticing the rabbit. "It''s so cute. Thanks, little brother," they said, snatching the rabbit from Amadeus''s hands. "What''s all this commotion?" Alexander asked, entering the room with Celestina. "Look, Father, what little brother got us as a gift," the sisters said, showing off the rabbit. "So, that''s where you were all day," Celestina said in a menacing voice, glaring at Amadeus. "We don''t have time for this. We barely have time to finish before people start arriving," Alexander said, clapping his hands to get everyone moving. "Come with me, Isabel. We could use your help in the kitchen. You must be tired of following my idiot son all morning," Celestina said, leading Isabel away. "Come on, I''m not an idiot," Amadeus muttered under his breath. "I love them all so much... my family," Amadeus thought to himself as he looked at his family. Everyone got to work, leaving Alexander and Amadeus alone. "I think I''ll sleep until the party begins," Amadeus said, trying to sneak away. "Where do you think you''re going? A true man keeps his promises, don''t you agree, my son?" Alexander said, placing a firm hand on Amadeus''s shoulder. *** Time passed, and Amadeus found himself in the middle of the forest, collecting tree branches from the ground. "Everyone else is together, laughing and having fun, while I''m here gathering wood," Amadeus grumbled. He remembered his father''s words: "You made a promise to Mister William, so you have to keep it. Go now and collect wood. By the time the party starts, you should be done," Alexander had said with a serious face. Amadeus bundled the wood he had collected and set it down. "I told him I could finish this quickly, but who listens to me?" he muttered, cleaning his hands. He looked at the sun, which was directly above him. "This means I have time to lie down before heading back. This way, I can avoid housework," he said, stretching out on the ground and falling asleep. "Happiness is such a good feeling. I don''t want to lose it. Please, sovereign, don''t take it from me," Amadeus prayed with all its strength. Suddenly, the world around Amadeus morphed, the solid ground dissolving into swirling black smoke. Shadowy figures, their forms faintly luminous, emerged from the darkness, their anguished cries filling the air. "It hurts a lot," a shadow moaned, its voice heavy with pain. "Make it stop, please," another begged, its tone filled with desperation. "We''re all doomed," said a third shadow, its voice trembling with despair. Amadeus, unfazed, opened his eyes, revealing a deep irritation. "This dream again," he muttered to himself, "I hate when this happens. I hope I wake up soon." As the screams and cries grow in number and sound, Amadeus''s patience wore thin. Clenching his teeth, he pressed his hands over his ears, trying to block out the tormenting noise. "Come on, be done already," he growled through gritted teeth. And just as suddenly as it had begun, the noise ceased. Silence fell over the dark, smoke-filled expanse, leaving Amadeus alone in the unnerving quiet. Boom! A loud explosion shattered the silence, waking Amadeus. "What was that? What time is it?" he said, confused. He looked up to see the sky filled with smoke. Amadeus felt a surge of panic. He grabbed the wood and started running toward the village as fast as he could. As he reached the cliff overlooking the village, his favorite spot, his heart sank. The village was burning, with half the buildings destroyed. "I must still be dreaming. This has to be a nightmare," Amadeus said, nearly losing his mind but a sharp pain snapped him back to focus. His hand was bleeding from where he had clenched it too hard. "Pain... so I''m not dreaming," he said, staring at his bleeding hand in shock. The Dark Domain, a realm composed entirely of darkness and inhabited solely by shadows, is the place Amadeus visits in his sleep. Believing it to be just a nightmare yet hes not far from the truth. in the dark domain a shadow who has a cloak with fur on it and a battle armore was sitting like a general on a rock made of dark smoke like everything in this domain, said with a deep menacing voice " it started, the end of this Cycle " Another shadow who had clothing like that of an assassin was carving a wooden statue with his knife and leaning on a wall of dark smoke said with a mocking voice " how fast do you think this one will end?" A third shadow of a man bound in chains that wrapped around his hands, neck, and legs, standing in a high point and giving his back to the other shadows, looking only at the endless darkness that filled this place and said with a warm voice " i hope that it wont be long " A forth shadow that seemed like a bagger who had lost his arm and leg, sitting on the floor leaning on a rock with a Cain beside him said with a depressed voice " i agree, i think we saw enough " A fifth shadow, dressed in noble clothing playing chess with himself said with a smile " There is no need to rush the inevitable " A sixth shadow, in magician''s robes and holding a staff had a scared expression. With a trembling voice he said "D-don''t you think y-you''re being too harsh? ". the assassin shadow looked at the magician shadow with an annoyed face and said " what did you just say? ". Terrified, the magician shadow screamed and ran behind a boulder, shaking with fear. "S-sorry! I didn''t mean anything," The general shadow spoke with a calm yet menacing tone, "All we can do is wait and see what happens." Back to Amadeus who started running toward the village, his heart pounding with fear¡ªnot for himself, but for what he might lose. "My home is gone, but I still have my family... right?" Amadeus said, looking at the burning village as he ran towards his house. The Alter of Sacrifice Breathing heavily and sweating rivers from running nonstop, Amadeus finally reached the village. Walking through the once bustling streets, he was relieved not to see any dead bodies, which calmed him a little. Reaching his home, he called out and looked for his family but found the house empty. Suddenly, realization hit him. "I was so focused on getting home that I forgot about the party," he muttered, then started running towards the party place. Time passed as Amadeus reached the party place, his heart calming at the sight of his family. "Father... mother... sisters... brother... you''re all still alive," he said before someone pulled him into the bushes and covered his mouth. It was Esme. She put a finger to her lips, signaling him to stay quiet. "Esme, what are you doing here? Well, it doesn''t matter, I''m just happy you''re safe," Amadeus said in a low voice, his face serious. "I was getting some stuff from the kitchen we forgot, and I heard the explosion. I ran here and found these strangers. Your mother signaled me to stay hidden," Esme whispered, remembering the events. "So, what do we do now? Just hide?" Amadeus asked, frustrated. "Do you trust me, Amadeus?" Esme replied. "Of course, I trust you," he affirmed. "Then we wait and see what happens. We act at the right moment," Esme advised. "Fine, but you have to tell me where you got all these war tactics from," Amadeus teased. "No, I won''t. It''s my little secret," Esme said with a playful grin. At the party place, everyone was gathered, afraid of what was in front of them. Isabella and Seraphina were being hugged and comforted by Genevieve, while Leonard, with Maximilian by his side, stood fearless, looking straight at danger as he should since he was the chief. In front of them stood two giant minotaurs. They were huge, with big muscles and fierce eyes. Chains were wrapped around their necks, keeping them in place. The minotaurs looked ready to fight, snorting and pawing at the ground. Behind the minotaurs, there were about 100 soldiers, all fully armored. Their shiny armor covered them from head to toe, making them look like a solid wall of metal. The soldiers stood in perfect rows, their faces hidden behind their helmets. They held their weapons ready, looking strong and disciplined. Leading this group was a paladin with a giant sword on his back. He looked very powerful and important, with his armor decorated with fancy designs. Beside the paladin stood a priest with noble features and silver hair that flowed gracefully around his shoulders. His eyes were closed, as if in deep contemplation or silent prayer. The priest''s robes were similar to those of Priest Alaric, but far more luxurious and expensive. The fabric shimmered with threads of gold and silver, and intricate embroidery adorned every inch of the garment. Precious gemstones were embedded in the priest''s sash and collar, catching the light and adding to his royal appearance. "No need to be afraid. We are followers of the sovereign of the beginning, Alpha. We don''t intend to hurt any of you," said the priest. "Did you say you were a priest of Alpha?" asked Priest Alaric, walking to face him. "Yes, I am the high priest Archibald, and this is my paladin Baldwin. Behind us is the army of the sovereign of the beginning," said High Priest Archibald, pointing at himself and then at Baldwin. "It''s good to meet another priest, and for him to be a high priest is a great honor. Alpha must be smiling at me," said Priest Alaric, bowing down and thinking to himself, "They can''t be lying. All of them have sovereign of the beginning Alpha emblem on their armor and clothes. It has never happened before that someone impersonates a priest or they would face the wrath of the sovereign." "So, you are a priest then. That makes it a whole lot easier. First, we are sorry for destroying your village. You see, we are on quite a tight schedule, so we helped ourselves to your supplies. But thanks to Alpha, you were all here and not in the houses," said High Priest Archibald. "And why do you need our supplies, High Priest?" Leonard asked, moving forward towards him. "And who are you to question me?" High Priest Archibald retorted. "I am Leonard, the chief of this village," said Leonard with confidence. "You are the chief, so we have the priest and the chief in one place. That''s called good luck, don''t you think so, Baldwin?" High Priest Archibald said with a smile. "We are on a holy crusade to exterminate demons, so we ask that you follow our orders," said High Priest Archibald. "So, what do you need from us?" Leonard asked. "Actually, we need you to direct us to the rest of your supplies so we don''t have to destroy what''s left of the village," said High Priest Archibald. "I don''t have a problem giving you the supplies since it will be a great honor to help in the crusade of our sovereign," said Leonard, then explained where they hide their supplies.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. "Good, thank you for the information," said High Priest Archibald, then he waved his hand for the minotaurs to go get the supplies. Time passed, and the minotaurs returned with the supplies. "I think now you can leave," said Leonard. "I said that I need both of you, and as for your part, chief, you delivered us the supplies. Now I need the help of the priest," said High Priest Archibald, looking at Priest Alaric. "So, what do you need from a humble priest such as myself?" asked Priest Alaric. "It''s quite easy if you think about it," said High Priest Archibald, then lifted his head and his smile turned from gentle to demonic. "I demand SACRIFICE," said High Priest Archibald, and silence filled the place with everyone shocked at his demand. "You say sacrifice, but why? We are all loyal followers of the sovereign Alpha," said Priest Alaric, shocked by the demand. "And that''s why I need your sacrifice. Because you are loyal followers, and our sovereign loves loyalty. You should know this better than anyone," said High Priest Archibald. "But for what reason?" asked Priest Alaric. "To tell you the truth, our crusade hasn''t been going well. We started with 10,000 soldiers and many monsters like these two, but now all that is left is what you see. So, if we want to complete our mission, we need to get our sovereign''s blessing. What better way to please a sovereign than giving him a sacrifice?" said High Priest Archibald with a face full of shame, but it was all an act to make the villagers believe him. "Well, if we need to, then we will have to choose one of..." started Priest Alaric, but was cut off by Leonard''s scream. "Are you really thinking about who we will sacrifice?" Leonard shouted. Priest Alaric replied to Leonard, "We don''t have a choice. Our sovereign has given us a lot, so it''s our time to give back." Their talk was interrupted by High Priest Archibald coughing to get their attention. "I think you misunderstood my words. I don''t need one sacrifice; I need six sacrifices," said High Priest Archibald, raising six fingers. "And if it is too hard for you to decide, we will have to choose the sacrifices ourselves," he added with a sorry face. "We have to choose six of us to die?" Leonard said to himself, then a loud noise of people talking to each other began, each trying to sacrifice the other. The once united village was ripping itself apart, and Leonard the chief just stood there, not knowing what to do. After some time, High Priest Archibald moved forward to Leonard. "It seems like no one is ready to take the great honor of being sacrificed to our sovereign, but aren''t you the village chief? Shouldn''t you be the one to step up first to protect your people?" said High Priest Archibald in a low voice, but loud enough for the villagers to hear. Suddenly, silence filled the area, and all eyes looked at Leonard. "Yes, he''s the chief, so it''s his job to protect us," said one of the villagers. "Yes, it is his duty," said another villager. Soon, everyone agreed that Leonard had to be sacrificed. "How dare you! After all he did for you!" Genevieve screamed at the villagers. "Genevieve, stop. They are right. As much as I hate it, it is my duty to protect them," said Leonard, moving forward to face High Priest Archibald. "Now we need five more," said High Priest Archibald, leaning his head to look behind Leonard. "The woman who stood up to the villagers is hugging two girls, and the man who was standing beside you the entire time... are they by any chance your family?" asked High Priest Archibald, looking back at Leonard, who froze in place. Before Leonard could answer, a villager spoke up, "Yes, they are." Leonard looked back at the villagers with a shocked and rageful face. "I understood why you chose me, but my family, you bastards!" he screamed at them. "Now we need one more sacrifice. Do you have any more family members, Chief Leonard?" asked High Priest Archibald. "Yes, he''s got a 15-year-old son, but he''s in the forest," said one of the villagers that came forward. BANG! The villager was hit in the face with a punch, making him fall to the ground. "You human trash! And you call yourself a man?" said Arthur, who had just arrived. "Sorry, Leonard. I was late. I was out of the village looking for ores when I heard the explosion," said Arthur with a smile. "No need to be sorry, old friend. Even if you were here, you couldn''t have done anything," said Leonard, making a depressed smile. "If you need a sacrifice, then I am ready. No need to touch the boy," said Arthur, coming forward, proud of his action. "Sorry, but your sacrifice won''t do," said High Priest Archibald. "Sacrificing a whole family of loyal followers seems better," he added with a sadistic face. "Look for the boy in the forest and around the village. He might be hiding somewhere," commanded High Priest Archibald to the soldiers. "You bastard! You already have me and my family. Don''t you dare touch him!" Leonard roared, his rage propelling him toward High Priest Archibald. With a flick of his wrist, High Priest Archibald cast {Chains of Heretics}. A glowing magic circle appeared beneath Leonard. From the center of the circle, chains full of razor-sharp spikes shot out like serpents, wrapping around Leonard''s limbs and torso. The spikes dug into his flesh, causing excruciating pain. "AAARGH!" Leonard screamed, his voice filled with agony as the chains tightened around him. Blood trickled from the wounds where the spikes had pierced his skin, but he refused to look away. His gaze remained locked on the High Priest, his eyes burning with unyielding rage and defiance. "Interesting. I admire people with strong determination. That''s why you''ll make an amazing sacrifice," High Priest Archibald remarked coldly. His voice was devoid of emotion. The priest watched with fascination as Leonard writhed in pain, the chains binding him more tightly with each passing moment. In the dark domain, the Noble Shadow sighed, "That''s what I hate most about this curse." The Assassin Shadow smirked and replied, "Apart from making us suffer before finally killing us?" The Noble Shadow turned to the Assassin Shadow and asked, "What are the chances of a crusader army stopping by a nameless village and demanding sacrifices? One in a billion, yet here we are. How is this even possible?" The Assassin Shadow remained silent. The Noble Shadow continued, "Exactly. The odds are astronomical, and yet it happened." The Slave Shadow spoke gently, "You seem distressed, General Shadow. Do you have anything to add?" The General Shadow responded with a menacing tone, "It''s irrelevant now. What concerns me is that paladin. Even though he threatens to kill the villagers, I don''t sense any killing intent from him." The Assassin Shadow mocked, "He doesn''t see them as humans but as ants, unworthy of his killing intent." The Mage Shadow, trembling with fear, said, "I don''t like that man. He''s even scarier than the High Priest." Finally, the Beggar Shadow, with a depressed voice, concluded, "There''s no need to overthink. Let''s just watch and see what happens." "I am going out to face him," said Amadeus, who had been silently watching this whole time, his expression unclear. "Have you gone mad? They will kill you!" whispered Esme, her eyes wide with fear. "Hiding is meaningless. The man with the big sword knows we were here from the beginning," Amadeus said, determination etched on his face as he stepped out of the bushes. Amadeus screamed, surprising everyone from behind, "You''re looking for his youngest son, right? Well, here I am!". Suffering Everyone was shocked by Amadeus''s courage to face death without fear. "Such bravery from such a young child is amazing," said High Priest Archibald. "Don''t mistake my actions for bravery. Death with my family is much better than living with this human trash," Amadeus spat, disgusted by the villagers'' actions. The villagers bowed their heads in shame and guilt as Amadeus walked past them. "Amadeus, we are sor..." one of the villagers began, but he was silenced by a deathly glare full of rage and hatred from Amadeus. Amadeus continued walking towards his mother. "You say you''re sorry? I don''t want your pitiful apologies, you worthless shit," said Amadeus. Genevieve hugged Amadeus as soon as he reached her. "Amadeus, don''t worry. Everything will be fine," she said, trying to hold back her tears and forcing a fake smile. "Yes, Mother. As long as we are together, everything will be okay," Amadeus replied, rubbing his mother''s hair to calm her down. "Amadeus... my son, I am sorry," Genevieve said as her tears started to fall uncontrollably. "Why are you apologizing? It''s not your fault," Amadeus thought. The two minotaurs began moving to cover all exits, ensuring no one could escape. "Now, shall we start the sacrifice ritual?" said High Priest Archibald, opening his arms and casting a spell. [Altar of Sacrifice] chanted High Priest Archibald. A giant golden magic circle appeared on the ground, its intricate patterns and symbols glowing with a radiant light. The circle expanded, covering the entire area with its luminous presence. In the center of the circle stood an altar made entirely of mana. The altar shimmered with a translucent, ethereal glow, its surface smooth and flawless. The mana that formed the altar pulsed rhythmically, as if it were alive, waiting for the sacrifice to be placed upon it. "Well, this is very exciting. Who should I sacrifice first? Maybe..." High Priest Archibald began, but he was cut off by Leonard. "Me. Start with me," Leonard said. High Priest Archibald responded with a demonic smile. "So, you want to play the hero until the end?" "I am no hero. I am just a father who couldn''t protect his wife and children," Leonard said, broken and depressed, unable to lift his head to face his family. "Then please, Baldwin, will you do the honors?" said High Priest Archibald. "Sure, it''s about time we finish this," said Paladin Baldwin, his menacing voice sending chills down the spines of everyone present. Leonard was teleported from his chains to the altar, where his hands and legs were bound. This was one of the effects of the spell, allowing the user to teleport anyone inside the circle directly to the altar. Paladin Baldwin, a tall huge man around 250 cm with a strong, muscular build, approached with confidence. His golden Armor shone brightly, covering him from head to toe. The emblem of the Alpha was engraved on his chest plate, showing his divine loyalty. Baldwin''s face was hidden by a helmet, adding to his intimidating presence. As he stood above Leonard, Baldwin drew his great sword from his back. The sword was decorated with golden carvings that glimmered in the light. Although it looked new, it had clearly seen many battles, with small marks and scratches along the blade. Baldwin held the great sword firmly, ready to fulfil his duty. He gazed down at Leonard, prepared to deliver the final blow. Baldwin asked, looking at the broken Leonard "Tell me, do you have any last words?". "Genevieve, Maximilian, Seraphina, Isabella... Amadeus, forgive me. I couldn''t protect you because I am too weak. Please forgive me," Leonard said, squeezing his teeth in anger, tears of regret and shame falling from his eyes. Amadeus''s closed his eyes as Baldwin raised his great sword. " my sovereign of the beginning Alpha, take this loyal follower into your warm light as an offering from us to bless our journey to defend your realm from invaders," Baldwin prayed, his great sword gradually being covered with golden light. As Leonard''s head rolled on the ground, a scream broke the silence. "Leonard, noooo!" Genevieve screamed in pain as her husband''s head rolled on the ground. Screams and cries filled the air from Leonard''s family.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. the bagger shadow said with a depressed voice " 5 left " While his family was having a mental breakdown, Amadeus kept his eyes closed, afraid to see the lifeless body of his father. "It''s okay, everything will end soon," Amadeus said, barely holding himself together amidst the screams of his family. Suddenly, the world shifted. Still closing his eyes, Amadeus was transported to the dark domain, standing in the middle, oblivious to what was happening around him. The shadow assassin laughed at Amadeus. "What a coward, just standing there like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered." The mage, trembling, said, "O-of course he w-would be s-scared. Who wouldn''t be after seeing their father''s head rolling on the ground?" "Next," Baldwin said, looking at the family. "I will go then. my children forgive me for falling to protect you " said Genevieve. She was teleported to the altar, and Baldwin repeated the same words before cutting her head. the Nobel shadow said as he made on of the chess pieces fall " 4 left " Isabella who was scared not knowing what to do as she just lost Bothe her parents in horrifying way, the only thing she could do was hold Amadeus hand. Amadeus could feel his sister''s hands shaking as their mother''s head rolled on the ground. "Everything is going to be okay. It isn''t like I could do anything," Amadeus told himself. the bagger shadow said with a depressed voice " right, nothing can be done but waiting for the invadable ". "I will go first, sister. We were born together, and for sure we will meet in death. Just don''t leave me alone for too long," said Seraphina, trying not to show her fear. Seraphina was teleported to the altar and executed by Baldwin. the assassin shadow said " 3 left " "Brother, I am going to meet our sister, i cant leave her alone for long" said Isabella as she got herself together after seeing her sister courage. Isabella was teleported to the altar and executed by Baldwin. the mage shadow said shaking " 2 L-left " "It''s almost my turn, and all this will end. This nightmare will end," said Amadeus. the slave shadow said with a warm voice " yes this nightmare will end soon ". "Look, little brother, promise you won''t open your eyes no matter what happens," said Maximilian to Amadeus who was still closing them. Maximilian was teleported to the altar. "Sorry, brother, I can''t keep this promise," said Amadeus as he opened his eyes. There he saw Baldwin execute his brother, and his head rolled to the ground where all the bodies of his family were thrown. the general shadow said with a menacing voice filed with rage " 1 Left " "Nooooooooooo!" Amadeus screamed with all his power, nearly losing his mind from what he saw. "Nothing is going to be okay, and death will not be the end of this nightmare because I won''t let it end, not before I take my revenge," Amadeus thought. the general shadow said with a menacing voice " you finally understand, this nightmare will never end, since when one ends anthore begins, endlessly repeating the suffering " Outside, Amadeus had entered a berserk state, launching himself at Baldwin with a primal fury. "Kill, I will kill you all! I won''t forgive a single one of you!" he screamed and cried, his voice raw with emotion. He hit Baldwin''s armor with his bare hands repeatedly, each strike sending shockwaves of pain through his shattered and bleeding hands. The sound of bone cracking and flesh tearing filled the air, but Amadeus felt nothing but the burning need for vengeance. The assassin shadow smirked and said, "So he''s not that weak, I guess that''s to be expected." Now, Amadeus was not in control; it was his rage overwhelming him. "Hm... such words from a child. You are more like a demon than a human," Baldwin said, his voice cold and mocking. He grabbed Amadeus''s head, squeezing it tightly as he lifted him to his face to have a good look. Baldwin''s eyes were indifferent as he watched Amadeus struggle, like he was holding an insect rather than a human. "You bastard, I won''t forgive you, no matter what. I won''t forgive," Amadeus said, his voice strained as he tried to break free from Baldwin''s grasp. His eyes burned with a fierce determination, even as his body weakened. "Child, you should never say what you can''t do. Then your words will be more worthless than air," Baldwin said, his tone mocking, then he placed Amadeus on the altar. As soon as he was laid down, shackles made of golden light materialized, binding his neck, legs, and hands to the altar. "Any last words?" Baldwin asked, lifting his great sword into the air. In the dark domain, the shadows began to speak. The assassin shadow said sarcastically, "Last words, you say? Well, these won''t be our actual last words." The beggar shadow, with a depressed voice, added, "Because our suffering has no end." The slave shadow, with a warm voice, chimed in, "This moment of death is familiar to us." The noble shadow, smiling, remarked, "It has actually become the best part of each cycle." The mage shadow, no longer shaking, stated, "And the least scary part of it." The general shadow, with a menacing voice, concluded, "My last words? I think they would be something like..." "You, High Priest Archibald, I will kill you 100 times, no, 1000 times, or maybe millions of times, or billions. I will make you beg for hell as it will be better than what I will do to you. And you, Paladin Baldwin, I will cut off one of your arms and one leg and both your eyes to turn you into a worthless man," Amadeus said with a demonic smile and tears made of blood. "Hm... so you will turn me into a worthless man? Child, what did I tell you before about empty words?" Baldwin said with a little smile. "My sovereign of the beginning Alpha, I offer you this child, a loyal follower. I hope you accept him and bless us in our mission to protect your realm," Baldwin prayed, and his great sword was fully charged. Amadeus gave High Priest Archibald and Paladin Baldwin a good look, ensuring he would never forget their faces. The memory of their cruel smiles and mocking eyes burned into his mind. "I will never forget you because..." Amadeus thought. "I never forget the people who have wronged me," said the shadows in unison, their voices blending with Amadeus''. "Because I give each one of them a promise¡ªto make them suffer for what they did to me." As Baldwin''s great sword came down, cutting through the air, it finally reached Amadeus''s neck. And with that, everything became dark, and the soul inside Amadeus fell into an endless void. Omega In the endless void, the soul fell, frozen and silent on the outside, but a fire of wrath and regret burned within. "My family, my home, I lost them all," the soul thought sadly. Suddenly, the sadness morphed into anger, and with gritted teeth, the soul vowed, "Archibald and Baldwin, I will never forgive you. You will pay, no matter what." The soul repeated the vow over and over. "Wait, Archibald? Baldwin? Who are these people, and why do I want revenge?" The soul''s memories slowly faded until they were completely erased. All that remained was an unbearable feeling of wrath and regret. "What''s this feeling, and why won''t it stop hurting?" the soul wondered as the pain grew too much to bear. The soul summoned all its strength and screamed into the empty void, "Just make it stop!" But no one answered, and silence filled the void once more. Suddenly, a golden light appeared beneath the soul, enveloping it. "This feeling, it feels familiar," the soul thought as it was drawn into the light. "I will make it stop," said a voice in the void. Dark energy, interspersed with red sparks, began to cover the golden light, eventually consuming it and enveloping the soul completely. *** On a platform floating in the void, surrounded by broken pillars, the black and red energy coalesced before dissipating, leaving the unconscious soul behind. The scene was eerie; the platform seemed ancient and desolate, with fragments of columns and shattered remnants of a once-glorious structure scattered around. After a while, the soul awoke, confused and afraid. "Where am I? What''s this place?" it asked, its voice echoing in the emptiness. "Good, you woke up faster than I thought," said the same voice from the void. The soul looked up to see the source of the sound. A figure of a man made of dark energy, with a red aura and streaks of red energy coursing through his body, sat on a broken throne. His face had only eyes, as red as the energy flowing through him. The throne itself was cracked and crumbling, a relic of a long-forgotten dominion. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" the soul asked, trembling, its voice wavering. "I told you, I will make that feeling stop," the man replied, his voice cold and detached. "I don''t understand. Please, just let me go," the soul pleaded, desperation seeping into its words. "I guess I can''t talk to you in your current state, so let''s fix that first," the man said. He lifted his hand, and dark energy formed under the soul, pinning it in place. The energy was thick and oppressive, coiling around the soul like a serpent. "Look into my eyes, and you will see the truth," the man said, using the dark energy to force the soul to meet his gaze. As their eyes locked, the soul''s eyes turned red, and it began to scream in mental agony. The soul relived all its past lives, lives filled with suffering, despair, betrayal, and death. The memories flooded in, each one amplifying the unbearable pain. The soul saw visions of battles lost, loved ones betrayed, and endless nights of torment.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Finally, the screaming ceased, and the dark energy released the soul. It fell to its knees, silent and expressionless, its spirit battered and broken. A few minutes passed, and the soul remained motionless, like a corpse. The emptiness around it seemed to close in, as if the void itself was mocking its suffering. "It seems I''ve broken him. I expected too much; anyone would be shattered by such memories," the man thought. "How?" the soul asked, rising to its feet. "How are you going to take it away?" Surprised, the man thought, "He''s still able to talk and think after all this?" "Tell me, how will you take it away?" the soul demanded, its voice now cold and strong, a stark contrast to its earlier fear. "You''ve changed a lot, but I like your new self," the man said, pleased with the result. "You''re wrong. This is not my new self, but my true self," the soul replied firmly, its eyes burning with a newfound determination. "Well, I guess we can start the real conversation now," the man said, leaning forward. "I think you already know how, but I''ll say it out loud: I will help you take your revenge." "My revenge? You mean you''ll help me search countless worlds for those who wronged me and make them suffer, even though most of them are long dead?" the soul mocked, a bitter smile playing on its lips. "Of course not. Those people were merely tools of the true person behind your suffering," the man explained, his tone steady and calm. "What do you mean by the true person behind my suffering?" the soul asked, confusion clouding its features. "His name is familiar to you. After all you were his loyal follower through all your lives," the man said, preparing to reveal the name. "Sovereign of the Beginning, Alpha," the soul interrupted, as memories flooded back. The impossible scenarios now made sense¡ªall the events were connected to Alpha. The general was killed by Alpha''s army, the assassin was betrayed by Alpha''s follower, and the noble was imprisoned by Alpha''s follower. The same theme ran through all the other lives, and all those who caused the soul''s suffering bore Alpha''s mark. "Why? Why would he do this? What have I done to deserve this?" the soul screamed, filled with rage and hatred towards Alpha. Its voice echoed through the void. "I asked myself that question many times but never found an answer. Perhaps he saw you as his toy," the man said, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. Regaining composure, the soul asked, "So you want to help me take revenge on Alpha?" "Exactly," the man replied. "Why? You don''t seem like the type to do things for free," the soul said, skeptical of the man''s motives. "Good. You don''t trust easily, and you always doubt. Such mentality will serve you well in the future," the man said, a hint of approval in his tone. "Of course, I don''t trust anyone. I''ve been betrayed countless times, so trusting anyone is hard," the soul said. then with calm expression the soul said "Let''s cut to the chase. Tell me what you want from me and why you chose me out of billions of souls in the void." "Each moment I spend with you confirms that I made the right choice," the man thought, with a slight smile playing on his lips. "I''ve underestimated your intelligence. Let''s start from the beginning. My name is Omega, and I chose you because I felt we were similar," Omega said, his voice carrying a weight of centuries of suffering. "Similar? In what way?" the soul asked, curiosity piqued. Omega pointed to his chest, revealing a golden mark. "This is the mark of Alpha, a reminder of how he betrayed me." He then lifted his hands, revealing ten different marks of various colors all over his body. "And these are reminders of the betrayal of my closest allies." "These marks are the reason you''re here," the soul concluded, its voice steady. "You''re right. These marks sealed my power and forced me to hide here in the void," Omega said. "We are similar; both of us were betrayed and suffered because of Alpha." The soul remained silent for a moment, then said, "I understand your motives. So, what''s your plan?" "Rather than a plan, it''s more of a deal," Omega said, leaning back on the throne. "Tell me, soul that has suffered countless times, are you ready to hear my deal?". The Crown The air was heavy as the Soul kept its gaze fixed on Omega, interested and waiting to hear his offer. "So, what''s your deal?" the Soul asked. Omega extended his hand, "I will give you the power to exact your revenge." The Soul, unimpressed, replied with a cold expression, "What kind of power?" "The power to reach your goal and destroy anything that gets in your way," Omega explained. "I wasn''t asking about that. Does this power involve a legendary sword?" the Soul inquired. "Of course not. It''s similar, but it¡¯s not a sword," Omega said, as dark energy began to form something in the middle of the platform. A black crown with a red gem appeared, floating in mid-air, waiting to be claimed. "You''re giving me a crown?" The Soul was disappointed. "It''s not just any crown. It¡¯s the Crown of the Sovereign," Omega clarified. "You mean the power you''re talking about is..." the Soul was surprised. "Yes, by giving you this crown, you will become a Sovereign," Omega said, as he conjured a sculpture in front of the Soul. It depicted a mountain with stairs, bodies of fallen Sovereigns strewn about. "You will ascend the ranks of the Sovereign society, crushing anyone who opposes you." The sculpture showed the Soul reaching the mountain''s peak, where a man with the emblem of Alpha awaited. "Once you reach the top, you''ll find him there," Omega stated. The Soul formed a sword and attacked Alpha, destroying him. "And you will be the one to bring his end," Omega continued, as the sculpture crumbled to dust. "Then my revenge will be complete, right?" the Soul asked. "Right, and all your wrath, hatred, and regret will vanish," Omega confirmed. "I see. But what¡¯s in it for you?" the Soul questioned. "I mentioned the marks sealing my power, remember?" Omega said, as marks appeared on his body. "By killing the owners of these marks, they will vanish along with them," Omega explained. "So you want me to kill the 10 Sovereigns who own these marks to free you from this prison," the Soul surmised. "Once you kill them all, I will finally be free," Omega said with a menacing voice and a smirk. "But I don''t have an issue with any of these 10. Why should I go after them? It seems like a waste of time," the Soul argued. Omega smiled, "It seems you don''t understand your goal. To most creatures, reaching Alpha is considered impossible, yet you aim to kill him. People would think you''re mad." "I get it. Alpha is incredibly strong. You don''t need to remind me every time," the Soul replied. "I have to, because if you truly understood, you wouldn''t speak that way," Omega insisted. "Just say what you want to say," the Soul said. "Alpha''s power is immeasurable, and he holds the highest status in the Sovereign society. So other Sovereigns will do everything in their power to stop you, including the 10 who hold the marks," Omega explained. "So, to reach Alpha, I may have to start a war against the Sovereign society," the Soul realized.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. "Now that you know the deal, you have two choices," Omega said, extending his hand towards the floating crown. "Take the crown and become a Sovereign," then he pointed at the void, "or throw yourself off the platform into the void, returning to your endless cycle." Omega leaned back on his throne, "So, what''s your choice, Soul?" The Soul stood silent, looking between the crown and the void. "Can you give me time to decide?" it asked. "Of course, but be quick. i am not a patient man," Omega warned. The Soul closed its eyes, and the world shifted into the dark domain. Shadows appeared. "He''s clearly untrustworthy," said the Assassin Shadow. "And he''s not telling us the full truth," added the Noble Shadow, playing chess. "But do we have any choice but to trust him?" asked the Slave Shadow. "B-but T-trusting him could lead to something B-bad," said the Mage Shadow scared. "What''s worse than the cycle of suffering we live in?" inquired the Beggar Shadow. The shadows debated, with the Soul in the middle, listening to their ideas. The General Shadow, who had been silent, stood up, causing everyone to fall quiet. "The crown is our final chance to break free of this cycle," the General Shadow said, walking towards the Soul. "I''m tired of being unable to do anything, feeling shackled and weak." He looked straight into the Soul''s eyes, "No matter what happens, as long as I get the chance to fight back, I''ll claim the crown, even if it means becoming the thing I hate most." All the shadows silently showed their approval. The Soul closed its eyes, and the world shifted back to the void and the platform. "It''s rare that, even after living for thousands of years, I still get surprised," Omega thought, observing the Soul with eyes that saw beyond reality. The Soul opened its eyes and moved towards the crown. "You''ve made the right choice," Omega said with a satisfied smile. Standing before the crown, that was radiating with energy, the Soul asked, "So all I have to do is wear it?" "If you can," Omega replied. the Soul stretched its hand towards the crown. As soon as it touched it, dark and red lightning erupted, sending the Soul flying. Lying on the ground, the Soul felt sharp pain from its burned arm. "I forgot to tell you, the crown holds immense power. Putting it on, for someone who wasn''t officially chosen as a Sovereign, is quite difficult," Omega explained. The Soul rose and walked towards the crown again, "Of course, you forgot to tell me," it thought. Reaching the crown once more, the Soul grabbed it with both hands. Energy flowed through its body, accompanied by unbearable pain. The Soul held on as long as it could before being sent flying again. Its body was burned and filled with cracks, pieces falling off. "No soul has ever claimed a crown before," Omega stated. " I guess normal Sovereigns use their body''s durability to withstand the crown''s power. But with your soul''s durability akin to glass, your chances are close to zero. If your soul is destroyed, it''s the end for you." The broken Soul thought, "You guess? Stop joking with me." Suddenly, the General Shadow appeared, "What are you waiting for? Stand up already!" "I don''t have a chance of taking that crown," the Soul protested. "There''s no harm in trying. Either way, it''s a win for us," the General Shadow insisted. "What do you mean?" the Soul asked. "If we take the crown, we get the power to take revenge. If we die trying, we''ll finally have the eternal rest we wanted. Don''t you agree?" the General Shadow reasoned. "You''re right. Either way, I win," the Soul smiled as it stood up and walked towards the crown. With each step, pieces of the Soul fell and cracked until it finally reached the crown. "My body won''t hold any longer. This is my last chance," the Soul said, grabbing the crown. Energy flowed through it again. The Soul clutched it with all its strength, "No matter what, I won''t let go. I either take it or die trying." Suddenly, a strong light filled the void, illuminating it. From the light emerged a naked, handsome man, appearing to be 18 years old, with pale white skin, a muscular build, 175 cm tall, black hair, and red eyes. A crown hovered above his head. The Soul examined its new body, "So, I have a body now." "You keep surprising me. But the only reason you succeeded is because your soul grew strong from all the lives you lived. So do you like your new body?" Omega asked. "It seems like it can handle some hard work," the Soul replied. "So, what''s the name you''re going to choose? You can''t remain nameless," Omega inquired. "A name... I''ve had hundreds of names," the Soul thought. "It doesn''t matter. The system will decide a name for you," Omega said. A white window with golden celestial energy flowing through it like a circuit board appeared before the Soul. It read: [Congratulations]