This is the story of Sjiriki Sylisar, the Shadowguardian. A man who has sold his death to grant his daughter mercy.
To lose one's ability to die seems like a gift rather than a price, something you would want. True immortality, something which many have sought. But when choosing for this shady unlife, Sjiriki knew it would be a curse rather than a blessing. Since then he has learned the true depth of his curse, and he still hasn't been able to do what he set out to do. He's losing himself, and he knows he doesn't have much time left.
Time to find and kill his daughter, before he loses the last shreds of his soul.
*Verhaal is volledig in het engels
*Fantasy met onbekende personen. Beetje duister
*ik schrijf ongeveer 1000 woorden per week
*het is mijn enige verhaal, en ik ben van plan het af te maken
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The dead are not always willing to return to the pool of life. Instead they linger in our world. This is why there is a god of death, to guide them, and to return their life force to the pool of life. But not even gods are all-powerful, and sometimes their work is better left to mortals.
This is why the Thanatos were created. The sacred wolfmen. Demonhunters. They may not be harmed by the living, for they protect them from the dead. Created by the combined power of the two divine pantheons, they carry on their hunt.
They keep our world safe.
*vollledige in het engels
*schrijf niet zo vaak (1000 woorden per 2/3 weken). dit verhaal is namelijk voor wanneer ik wil schrijven, maar niet aan
The Shaduwguardian wil schrijven
*Fantasy, beetje duister
*Over goden, demonen en heilige wolfmensen
quidquid excusatio prandium pro
Daar ben ik gewoon niet zo'n fan van.
