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Seven Mandates of Silence

The world of Atherion is held together by oaths older than kingdoms and stronger than blood. For centuries, these oaths have been renewed in silence, not because rulers believed in them, but because the world itself demanded obedience. Power did not belong to kings or armies, but to mandates, roles bound by ancient agreements that kept balance intact. Until one of those oaths was broken. In full view of the world, a governor refuses to renew the Pact of Continuance. His death is immediate, violent, and unmistakable. The sky recoils. The land responds. And something long buried beneath ice and history begins to stir. What follows is not a simple struggle for power. As legitimacy collapses, the Crownbearers lose their authority. The Gilded Compact tightens its grip, starving cities without drawing a blade. The Veiled Synod fractures under the weight of truths it was never meant to reveal. Along the frozen frontier, the Frostwardens face signs that the world’s oldest silence is awakening. There is no chosen hero. Only witnesses, decision makers, and survivors. Each faction acts according to its role, not its morality. Every choice carries consequence. Every truth uncovered demands a price. And as the past resurfaces, it becomes clear that humanity never ruled this world by right, only by permission. Now that permission is being questioned. Seven Mandates of Silence is a dark political fantasy about power without righteousness, order without mercy, and a world that remembers every broken promise. It is a story where authority is fragile, truth is dangerous, and survival depends not on strength, but on what one is willing to sacrifice when the oaths that shaped reality begin to fail.
Anuman · 4.5k Views

The kingless kingdom

A king without a throne. A kingdom ruled by something that should not exist. And a monster who has already paid the price for power. Seraphiel is cast from his castle without war, without revolt—without even an enemy he can name. In his place rises a king who does not rule by presence, but by acceptance. A crown worn by absence. A sovereignty no one can explain, yet everyone obeys. Stripped of title and shelter, Seraphiel is forced into exile as his kingdom continues without him, unchanged and uncaring. The Eye watches. It always has. Far from the throne, Seraphiel encounters Sol—a man marked long before Seraphiel was born, shaped by a curse that rewrote reality itself. Sol does not offer comfort or guidance. He offers understanding sharpened by cruelty. A lesson learned in Seriol, where suffering was permitted, observed, and—at times—admired. Under Sol’s looming prescence, Seraphiel learns that power does not always arrive as force. Sometimes it comes as endurance. Sometimes as complicity. Sometimes as the quiet decision to allow what should never be allowed. Above it all, the Eye looks down on the Kingless Kingdom with something like pity, mourning a cycle it will never interrupt. The Kingless Kingdom is a dark fantasy tragedy about dispossession, false sovereignty, and the slow realization that some evils persist not because they are imposed—but because they are endured. The throne is empty. The crown is worn. And the kingdom remains.
Dionysusss · 5.3k Views

When The God went on Vacation

The God of Creation grew bored. Not tired. Not angry. Just… bored. Worlds were born and destroyed at his whim. Civilizations rose, prayed, fell, and vanished. He had seen it all so many times that nothing felt new anymore. Even perfection had lost its meaning. So he made a decision no god had ever dared to make. He descended into Midgard. The moment he moved, the heavens panicked. The lesser gods felt it instantly. A shift. A pressure. A fear they had not known since the beginning of time. They understood one thing clearly— If the God of Gods acted freely in a mortal realm, entire universes could collapse. There was no authority above him. No law that could restrain him. No force that could command him to stop. Unable to prevent the inevitable, the gods made a desperate choice. They would choose a battlefield. One planet. One sacrifice. Their choice fell upon Earth, a world from the Annwn Universe. It was already damaged beyond repair. War had torn it apart. Monsters roamed its lands. Cracks between dimensions were spreading every year. A planet standing so close to the end that its destruction would barely disturb the balance of creation. If the God of Creation lost his temper, Earth would simply disappear. When he finally descended, the skies cracked. The air trembled. The ground answered. Dungeons began to form across the world. Mana flooded the atmosphere like a rising tide. Humans, weak and unaware, began to awaken powers they were never meant to touch. Earth didn’t realize it yet— But it had become God’s playground. And if humanity failed to entertain him… The planet would be erased without a second thought.
Som_Me · 1.1k Views