Separation of realities

What if this is all a nightmare, a death without peace, a forged aspiration, the tragedies of a living soul. Everything contributes to the way the world was created, let's take it back to hundreds of years ago before the mess was created.

The dead world housed the purest of souls that died in unfair ways or younger.

Usually one was allowed in with three life strands, the Erwin's that are used as a cheating grace for the unfulfilled life they left behind. It was prosperous until it wasn't, the tragedies struck because evil wants the beauty to be tainted.

For each soul the Lusaka take the more their power grew, leaving devastation at its wake. The corps grew tired and fought back, but their powers were unmatched against the dark forces. Dark martial took over, the inbetween and the qualms was created.

The corps was buried deep into the dead world where they remain till date, no one knows where. Behind everything was a man named Sluga, like his name he crawls like a slug, his heart darker than the day he was created, but he wasn't always like this. Like most people he had a home one he couldn't protect, who knows who they were cathatolicans demona. They were made of flames, humans who live like dragons breathing fire coughing out smoke.

They ravaged his city and he was transformed into the dark creature he is now. He hated his masters, he worshiped day and night like a slave he was their slave, tortured and disrespected. He was nicknamed the son of a nobody, he resented everyone, he blamed the world and since he couldn't live as a human anymore he swore to watch the dead world burn.

Sluga terrorized the dead world until he reached the final stage of his deformity. He struggled to move they way he should, he became the monster he thought himself to be. He decided to reside in the woods where none can be a bother to him. Furthermore, he still possesses immense hatred in his heart, he was going to give up hope until waruki came into the woods seeking revenge.

The poor young man was cheated like him, he wanted to know the dark martial arts, to which sluga opted to teach.

Waruki was a great student, he was exceptional. He learned and trained on his own until he was unstoppable. He went deeper into his art by digging out the forgotten corp members and making them ninjas, not ordinary ninjas. The ones that live like sluga's masters he gave them the flame, hence why they fly above the ground while standing and fire seem to live inside their soul.

Ordinary men were made like gods, And so the story began

Where did poor Yoshinoru fall under all these, currently in the dead world? Everything is falling apart, no heroes to speak of, evil taking over. He is enslaved in his own mind. Everything that has happened, the battle, the deaths, sari is just a fragment, a summary of the real events.

Young sari is also enslaved in the palace of bones, she serves tea on her knees enduring the harsh realities of a once peaceful world.

It's been years now, Five to be exact. The place is stained with blood of the innocent, the inbetween became the only thing closer to a safe place as sluga and his army destroyed the rest of the world.

The Men who fought alongside yoshi before he was locked in the endless enclosure remain hidden. This marked the end of a once peaceful abode that housed the purest of us all.

It was like a cage, tiny and yet so big on the inside, the one who can tell the future couldn't predict what was to happen on that very day. Ishama a lonely poet managed to open the curse of a thousand days at the request of a grieving Adam who just lost his dear brother. The three crazy men had gotten drunk not realizing the damage they created.

Adam sat on the pavement drinking himself to stupor, Kei and ishama approached surprised to see the strong man who often laugh at their habits doing the same thing, About six empty bottles lying next to the man worse he is sitting by himself.

"Don't drink yourself to death, life is nothing but a dream young man" Kei said wondering why the man looks so down

"Lovely idiot, is that how to talk to man who just lost his brother." ishama said tapping the latter forehead

"Oh my !!!!" kei gasped before sitting next to Adam "Poor soul" he continued before grabbing a bottle, he opened the cover and drank out of it before raising his bottle, for some reason Adam also raised his, accepting the toast from Kei. A tear dropped from his eye followed by a sad smile, he missed Sammy, he cried and laughed at the same time.

"You're just going to let it go huh" ishama said watching both men drink like crazy men. He realized the man doesn't seem interested, so he spoke fast. "We should curse your brother's killer by opening the curse"

If Adam had been in his normal state of mind he would have called isha crazy and rejected the idea but i guess loss can drive a man to the extreme. Adam wasted his third life strand activating the curse with the two men that seem to be working for the devil. Kishara shrine was invaded since wataru is dead and mama emi is nowhere to be found.

Kei opened the portal, Ishama cast the spell, Adam slashed the demon protector. They distorted the reality creating misery unknowingly or knowingly.

The swords of Yula and Yoshinoru clanked hard against each other, each drenching in the rain and still sweating, the sky was already dark and the storm stronger than the two men but for some reason they found themselves in the dark.

Enslaved for the years to come.

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