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by Melina
Rated: 18+ · Book · Fantasy · #2175359
The Reaper has ruled over Etias due to the longevity he has achieved through necromancy.

To say the responsibility of the world rests on my shoulders would be a gross exaggeration for what destiny placed upon me. I am the heir of all Etias, and soon I will be King - the Reaper of this land.
         As the only child of Lord Xanthus and Lady Syllia, no one can attempt to claim the sovereignty from me. To possess power and wealth most could not fathom. A beautiful female in my bed every night, sometimes more. To be both adored and feared by all across the realms. I know of only a few who would not be envious at the life I enjoy.
         Alas, I find I am not content with all these things, for the looming cloud of my ever-nearing ascension still hangs above the marble throne every day I cross it. My grandfather, the current Reaper, rules over this world, as he has for centuries. The world’s eyes are forever scrutinizing me, expecting me to be their strength, their guidance, their salvation, and their solace. It is my sincerest desire to be an effective leader. I have wanted to change the entire structure of this monarchy for over a decade. Can I reconstruct this centuries-old system? Am I strong enough to run Etias alone?
         I am only one man... No, not a man for I do not, nor will I ever, associate myself with the likes of humans. My Father has made it clear since I was young that humans are the weakest in all the realms. They hold no power beyond what tools they can craft and manipulated by pride, greed or lust. Their lifespan is short, and soon, my eyes must gaze upon the fall of millions while also governing them.
         My damn eyes! I hate the mere mention. How I have yearned to rip them from my skull more than once. Preferable would be blindness than witness the atrocity occur when one should ever make eye contact with me. Vivid is my recollection of my first victim, insisting to her my mother’s warning not to glance into the eyes of anyone but to those of blood relation. The girl persisted, saying my eyes were beautiful to behold. When I had succumbed and gazed at her, I...
         My hand trembles as I pen these words now. These pathetic emotions dwelling deep within my heart may never cease. It is fitting, this life I am forced to lead. To represent what mortals dread but cannot evade. My eyes depict the lie which is life and the horror which they cause show the true nature of death.
         I long to say damn to the gods and their cruel imprint on my being. I have come to the belief they have placed me in this position as part of their malicious game. There is no escape, from my fate or my curse.
- Prince Keogh Zhakhi
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