"A mere hunting dog," he mocked aloud.

A life lived not for himself, but to satiate his god's will, an inquisitor—the thing he saw as his purpose, his only purpose.

From fables, such beings are spoken of with reverence and awe. A person of incomparable noble steed, one who lived with altruism and noble offset, without vice.

Ironic, that same fool...No. THE pathetic shit-headed boy he truly was!

Naïve he was.

A man who had amassed a laundry list of dirty deeds, all in the pursue to satiate his god’s will. 

Shunned from society, a boy whose birth was that from a common backstreet whore, raised with patronage, growing used to condescending looks, hunger, fear, self-hate, and strife, all of it became to norm, all in order to reach his current self.

Now isolated from the world, in a cell behind four impossibly thick walls of steel and concrete. Stolen from his sun, his purpose gone, he waited idle within that cell, awaiting anything...

And that something, did happen...

In the form of Terminus.



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Hi plebians, you mere commoners allow my introduction, I plan to write a chapter each day, unless I experience unforeseen circumstances. That prevent me from posting. 


I hope you enjoy this novel or, at the very least, can tolerate it. I'm always committed to improving my writing, I suck I know.


This was after much contemplation (12 seconds of ponder), but this novel and my other novel (It's an old one of mine, but its writing, for the back of a better term is suboptimal) are connected. Why? Well, I felt like that would be the proper choice, I sincerely want to kill the fucker. 


Lastly, during the week since I have school, and homework SO I'll only be able to muster out chapters with word counts ranging from 1400 - 2000, if I'm lucky, please bear with my misgivings.


Here's the deal, One chapter during each weekday, and 1-2 chapters a day during the weekends! 


Dawn 0 - The before, if you don't care then skip