Omega-Killer

Chapter 1: Yes, I’m Quite Underwhelming     The old man slammed his record book on top of his desk. There was a moment of silence as the gravity of the situation befell the lone student in front of him. He stroked his long white beard as he angrily flipped through the pages. Recounting all of the young man’s failure in the past four years that he’s attended his school.     “Difficulty casting minor spells. Loudful boasting of impractical skills. Refusal to use a wand or staff. Brought martial weapons to class!” the elder wizard jabbed his finger on each point that was written down in his book. “Do you not

    ...The battle was over. In the wreckage behind them, the Meister's Blade is now nothing more than a pile of ash. In the riots, a portion of the capital was destroyed, along with the hopes of rebellion. They did it. Ralis, Elsa, Raina, Forvur, and Damakos all saved the city thanks to the help of its people. The world has seen enough blood and death for one generation, no one could allow the flames of war to ignite again.    Sitting on the wreckage, a lone herbalist approaches the group, asking if they'd like to go to the nearby hospital. Elsa refuses, claiming that the people here are waiting for others. As a healer, the herbalist cannot

        Alberto dropped his gun, and in the moment tried to hug his son. Vincent dodged it and walked in. His father didn't seem upset. Alberto had a sweater vest and glasses, other than his clothing he looked almost exactly like Vincent, only older.        "I see," Alberto began, "you're still upset with what I've done." He sat back down on another chair in the middle of the living room. "Well you have every right to be, I was a terrible father to you."        Vincent folded his arms, "Ya think?" He asked in sarcasm.        Even though Alberto was sighing he still seemed be at peace. He was reunited with his son after all. "But after a

Book I: Chapter VI: King’s Standing     Sitting on the Throne of Kings, Harbinger Alexander, the ruler of Airasdam sighs in contentment. His advisors and generals lay nothing but terrible news at his feet. The continual losses at some of the most promising and necessary trading towns may very well crush the outsourcing economy. Meanwhile, a constant string of murders rises within his walls. First a patrol of guards goes missing. Then, the Emissary from Lord Fulton was killed; disregarding any military-alliance from the two. His personal friend and up-and-coming spy, Tarrance goes missing. It seems that nothing can go according to plan.

Chapter 11: Friendly Negotiations     The Zabrack approaches the gorgeous Syreena, forcing her against the crates of Viidu’s warehouse. She has backed away as far as she could to avoid his ire, but to no avail. Placing one hand onto the crate next to Syreena’s face, Bracco begins his aggressive negotiations. Syreena rolls her eyes as the Zabrack speaks.     “Stop it!” Syreena demands. “Viidu would kill you if he sees this.”     Chuckling, Bracco leans in, “Viidu? That fat blob can’t even protect himself. It’s only a matter of time before Rogun the Butcher punches your fat meal ticket fo

   Two men are in a dark room. One holds his left arm as it bleeds. His blood covers his hands with the streams of crimson flowing down his arm. The injured man is kneeling. His hair is a dark violet color, he has glasses with drops of blood on the lenses. He has his hair slicked back, but the fringe is spiky. The headband he wears is lime-green, and his coat is a dark green color. Although injured, he looks at his opponent with one gray eye.     The other man is standing. This man holds a matchlock pistol in one hand, and a saber in the other. His eyes were red, and his expression wasn't even there. He too had a headband, it was gray. This

    Beyond the boundaries of man's laws and kingdom, there are heroes standing by readying to send their support. Through shadows and swift justice, they wait in the darkness. Many times in the kingdom, the ones who suffer are the ones not involved in the politics of man's world. Their people cry in the streets, they starve for a meal to eat, and often do not have a place to rest their heads. These people have often prayed and hoped to be saved from their neglectful king and lords. The ones who have all the power, splurge it on wars and continuously holding their stolen strength.    And then they came. Elves, Dwarves, and the common Man ali

Chapter 9: Necessary Means    Grabbing Magus by the collar of his suit, Hades shakes the man until he stop shivering. At first, his voice was calm, but the more he spoke, the more Hades grew to be wrathful. The man began to shout at the frighten politician.    “Do you recognize me, Magus?” Hades asks. He shakes the man until he hears a groan. “I’m the one WHO SURVIVED!” the Councilor’s eyes begin to widen as Hades speaks. “I’m the one WHO SHOULD’VE DIED IN THAT HOLE!” Tossing the politician to the ground, Hades glares at the man. “And now… I have returned. The man whom