《Fratres Per Noctem》Prologue
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A good criminal is a dead criminal; does this come in generalizations? Crime. A world that is despised by everyone in any aspect, but changes do come and affect it. Do the people still find it despicable?
Yes, of course. Does it come in all shapes and sizes, kinds, and sorts of ways? Everyone does agree with that. But what about the idea of romanticizing it? It does sound antagonizing, but that is what turns it into a laughing stock, a world that everyone doesn't take seriously.
People do bad things for money, yes. Some are inherited because of wealth, and some do create such a despicable act for a living. But what if this wasn't about the fame and fortune, or the power that drives them into a series of control freaks?
But rather, they commit these heinous and unforgivable actions for their satisfaction brought to their lack of needs for oneself or something that has driven them insane.
In many futile attempts of changing the world, why not own it instead? The world will be yours and yours only if you believe and trust your instincts, obey its honesty though it would bring one to immediate danger.
By all means of drawing blood that isn't yours, or turning your back to someone you have truly loved and cared about. This is not about them, it is about yours and how they would not hold you back from your deepest desires for success in which they wouldn't benefit at all. Not even a penny.
They say success is the best revenge, and some do live up with the quote. But it comes with consequences, consequences that would not give the best time of your life. That comes last, although it is still considered as one's priority and preeminence.
Like how would you cut the strongest onions of them all without tearing up? Not the greatest comparison out there, but the point is: Come out from the shithole you came from and use what you have learned against everyone who has wronged you in so many ways.
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Slaughtering them, making their jaws drop, granting them an eternal sleep, it's up to you. But do keep this in mind, always wear a garment for your dirty hands. Take it off when a reminder is necessary and put it on when it is time to go back to action.
This world has never been the same after people remained in their comfort zones, thinking that they would live their life to the fullest without stepping out of it. No, it wouldn't happen, because they are usually the people that would tell you that you would not make it.
Why bother seeking for someone to change your ways if you're beyond salvation? Is it necessary? Is it a requirement? If you could just live up with it, resume the mess you made, because you would feel like they have suffered a horrible death.
Ah, no, this is not a promotion of any type of infractions you are about to witness. This is rather a depiction where all are just class acts, not role models. Do you find this applicable? I hope so because this is starting to become a motivational speech to murder the fuck out of someone with a pencil or a crowbar.
Enough for the conveyance of huge words, not-so huge ones, rather. Let us get to the bottom line of where this all began; a crew consists of a powerful and wealthy man, a psychopathic killer, and a hitman-for-hire staying under one roof. And what are they all about? They are just an alliance that should not be messed with.
"Are we rolling, my friend?" Said the rich man in front of the camera.
"I don't have a fucking clue what this is all about, just the two of you dragging me in as always." The hitman complained.
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"Relax, okay? This wouldn't take a while. This is just like cooking, you know? Once the results are done, it's oh! So sweet." The psycho killer grinned, smiling in front of the camera bizarrely.
"Enough with that, let's get to it." Soon as the camera gets shaky, a severed body was seen.
"I think you must have killed him before the show has started." The hitman is starting to worry about the body tied up into a chair.
"We said it before, don't sweat it. I thought you always find yourself in an easy position to get used to this kind of work." The affluent man tells their hitman that he should calm down.
"Smile for the camera, boys." The psychopath had a huge grin on his face before a loud thud on the video was heard.
Yes, the three men harming what seems to be their hostage is a found footage, and the ones that are watching it? Themselves.
And thus, the night where the brothers have been reborn. Not as boys with good deeds done with their innocent hands, but as men with their hands bloodied from what they have just done.
Regrets? They don't consider it in their vocabulary. Dreadful? Certainly, for obvious reasons. Have they gone mad? Perhaps this is the beginning of the end, and they are just getting started.
To be continued...
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Cheep!?
Charles Monroe survived the disappearance of his parents, did his best to hold things together for himself and his sister. He survived when she, too, vanished, leaving behind nothing but a cryptic note. He was devastated, but he kept moving forward as best he could. Cancer didn’t put him down, and after suffering through several rounds of chemotherapy, Charles Monroe thought that things might finally be looking up. That is, until a virulent strain of ebola swept through the city. With his immune system strained as it is, the odds don’t look good for Charles. Now, on the bridge between life and death, he hears a voice claiming to know where his family went. It claims that it needs his help and that it can give him a second life, one far away from all the pain he’s ever known. So, Charles answers as any reasonable person would. He says no. Charles isn't ready or willing to die yet. But, as with everything else to this point, even his choice to keep fighting is taken from him all too soon. With no other option but the dark oblivion of death, Charles chooses to make a deal with the spirit of a distant world that's seeking a wild card in its battle against the gods, monsters, and mortals that threaten its existence. Someday, he’ll find where his family went. Someday, he’ll uphold his end of the bargain and hunt beings powerful beyond anything he’s ever known. Someday, he might even – hatch? “CHEEP!?” Things to Know: -Cheep!? Will release on a minimum weekly schedule. -After a backlog of chapters, posting will slow, but in the interim you can expect a chapter a day up until roughly 25 chapters. -This story at times will potentially carry some heavy moments, but the tone is intended to be lighter overall. -There are invisible game-like elements in this story, but nothing so concrete as a dedicated gamelit novel. -I personally have some issues with anxiety, so I may or may not interact with the community a lot. I'll try if anyone has questions, but I can't guarantee that it'll be consistent. -MC is a non-human lead, and will never actually become human. Romance will potentially happen between side-characters, but not with the MC. -MC IS NOT THE ONLY VIEW POINT. I have to put that out there because people sometimes hate alternate PoV's in a story. None of them will be filler, and they'll be there only to give a little bit more nuance and meaning to the world that the MC has stepped in, or is about to be imminently important. I'll try to keep them down, but this also helps to prevent me from burning out getting trapped in one view. -Most of all, I hope that this story is enjoyable to you, and that you have a great time reading it! -Written by Michael Adams, Cowritten/Edited by Summer Kent
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