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Eternal Mortality: The Fugue of Despair and Futility

A tormented man flees through a cosmic void, haunted by fractured reflections of himself and the crushing weight of existence. After enduring starvation, terror, and physical agony (including being flayed alive), he reaches the Cathedral of Cosmos – a realm of terrifying, incomprehensible divinity governed by the Indomitable Magistrate. The Magistrate, a being of chilling indifference and cruel mockery, confronts the man. He resurrects the man’s greatest pain: the memory of his wife and child, incinerated in war. A tormented man flees through a cosmic void, haunted by fractured reflections of himself and the crushing weight of existence. After enduring starvation, terror, and physical agony (including being flayed alive), he reaches the Cathedral of Cosmos – a realm of terrifying, incomprehensible divinity governed by the Indomitable Magistrate. The Magistrate, a being of chilling indifference and cruel mockery, confronts the man. He resurrects the man’s greatest pain: the memory of his wife and child, incinerated in war. Forced to relive this trauma, the man is then compelled by the Magistrate to ritually flay his resurrected wife using a "Bayesian Blade," transforming her suffering into a perverse sacrament called the "Liturgy of the Flayed." Her final words affirm eternal hatred born of suffering. When the man attacks the Magistrate in rage, his defiance is effortlessly crushed. The Magistrate concludes with a musical performance underscoring the Cathedral’s core truth: all meaning is inverted. Pain is love, cruelty is compassion, and suffering is the only transcendent sacrament in a universe devoid of gods, hope, or redemption. The man’s journey ends not in salvation, but in the absolute acceptance of torment as his only reality. Dramatis Personae: Deuteragonist: The Flayed Man/Reverend Agony Deuteragonist: The Flayed Man's Previous Wife/Matriarch Despair Deuteragonist: Nikolai Rozhdestvensky Paradigm of Deconstruction: Triune of Null Domain: 1. ​Architect of Error 2. ​Compass of Deviation 3. ​All-Seeing Eye of Transgression First Estate: The Clerics of Ineffable Domain: 1. ​Pope of Determinism 2. ​Cardinal of Relativity 3. ​Archbishop of Uncertainty 4. ​Bishop of Probability 5. ​Deacon of Decoherence Second Estate: The Suzerain of Abstract Domain: 1. ​Emperor of Origin 2. ​Archduke of Morality 3. ​Duke of Chaos 4. ​Marquis of Order 5. ​Count of Pragmatism 6. ​Viscount of Idealism 7. ​Baron of Reason 8. ​Baronet of Wisdom 9. ​Provost of Instinct Third Estate: The Parliament of Irreducible Domain: 1. ​Indomitable Magistrate Parliament Substrate: The Overseers of Panopticon: 1. ​Potentiate of Omnipresence 2. ​Sovereign of Omnipotence 3. ​Philosopher of Omniscience 4. ​Justiciar of Axioms ​ Genre: Metaphysical Cosmic Horror, Satire, Tragedy, Fusion of Classical and Post-Modern Literature, Graphic Violence, Politics and Science Fiction Warning: Contains cognitive hazard depiction of disturbing graphic violence, verbal and psychological abuse. Please, proceed with warning for not easily disturbed.
Jaschna · 3.6k Views

I Reincarnated as a Third-Rate Villain in My Favorite Novel,

Lucien Vale was never meant to be important. In his previous life, he was a terminally ill otaku—weak, bedridden, and living only through the fantasy novels he loved. His death was cruelly ironic: not from cancer, but from a truck accident on his way home from the hospital. When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself reincarnated inside his favorite novel. But not as the hero. Not as the demon lord. Not even as a major antagonist. He awakens as Lucien Vale, a third-rate villain—a disposable noble whose only role was to provoke the protagonist… and die in rage as a stepping stone. This time, Lucien refuses that fate. Granted a mysterious Bonding System, he gains the ability to form deep bonds with others—replicating their talents, attributes, and potential once trust is earned. Through bonds, effort, and calculated future knowledge, Lucien begins to rewrite the story itself. At the prestigious Imperial Academy, Lucien trains among nobles, commoners, and other races—elves, dragons, vampires, and dwarves—while hiding terrifying truths: Hidden attributes like Void, Space, and Divine A cursed, evolving sword that speaks to him alone A dangerous path beyond SSS Rank As monsters rise, students vanish, and demons move in the shadows, Lucien discovers that power alone is not enough. Even SSS Rank is merely a ceiling imposed by the world. Chosen by the Goddess of Sight, Lucien is shown a forbidden route—the Path of Transcend, a brutal thirteen-step journey meant to surpass mortal limits, extend lifespan, and challenge even gods. But power has a price. The Void threatens his sanity. Bloodlines clash within his body. Gods argue over his existence. And the story he once knew begins to fracture beyond recognition. Now standing between heroes, villains, demons, and gods, Lucien must decide: Will he become humanity’s strongest protector… Or the calamity that devours everything? This is the story of a forgotten villain who refuses to be a footnote, and instead walks a path even the gods fear to follow. if you are weak hearted person, then don't read after second boss death . My novel is only comedy in starting.
aadarsh_harijan · 13.6k Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those wild eyes said to carry the scent of blood and the weight of a dark, haunted past. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of the embrace of that dangerous man.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 4.8k Views