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Cradle of the Goddess

Warning 18+ Tags: Eunuch Protagonist, Ancient Egypt, Cleopatra, Servant MC, Rise to Power The story begins in Egypt, in a time when power, faith, and destiny ruled over all. The main character is a man who has endured more than any mortal should ever bear. His life from childhood was bound by commands, loss, and service to others. Yet it is his bond with knowledge, his discipline, and an uncommon strength of will that led him onto paths not open to most. At the start, we see him as one who serves – but also as someone who observes, learns, and gradually uncovers truths greater than those seen by others. From the very beginning it is clear that his fate will not be ordinary. Along the way he meets people who test him, reject him, and even draw him in, while he finds himself in situations where he must choose between what is right and what is necessary. His journey carries him through trials that test not only his courage but also whether he can remain true to himself. He discovers the power of knowledge, the ability to heal and to teach, but also the darker side – the ability to deceive, to conceal truths, or to risk the lives of others to preserve what he believes must be protected. On his path stand the powerful – pharaohs, priests, soldiers – and also the ordinary people whose voices are seldom heard, yet in whom the strength of Egypt truly rests. Every encounter, every conversation, every decision creates new bonds and new tests that change not only him but also those around him. Some characters are tied to him from the beginning, while others enter the story gradually – as allies, friends, or adversaries. Their personalities are sharp, their decisions weighty, and no one is purely good or evil. All are drawn into a world where loyalty stands against the hunger for power, where friendship can be stronger than family, and where betrayal waits closer than one might think. The protagonist, however, is not only a witness. Step by step he becomes an active force, one who shapes events. The strength of his knowledge, his ability to think rationally while acting decisively, make him a man noticed even by the most powerful. Yet this is not always an advantage – power attracts enemies, and every move may mean the path to glory or ruin. Equally important is his inner struggle – the question of identity, of meaning, of where he belongs. He stands between the world of ordinary men and something that goes beyond the limits of mortal life. Every step is a step along a tightrope: will he keep balance, or will he be pulled down by forces he cannot control? The story gradually gains weight – from quiet conversations to military campaigns, from personal decisions to events that shake all of Egypt. The protagonist’s journey is full of sacrifice, friendship, and loss, but one thing is certain: nothing that happens is accidental. Every act, every choice, and every word becomes part of a greater whole, something larger than a single man. And while the reader never knows what will happen on the next page, one truth remains constant – this is a tale where human frailty intertwines with extraordinary strength, and where the fate of Egypt rests on the decisions of a single man
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My Bones Can Scream

Why does life futilely transpire, only to tragically expire? Not truly a question, but a universally known verdict that echoes through the real, the dream, and the true nightmare encompassing them both. It defines what existence had degenerated into: a putrefied husk of what could have been something more, a cruel masquerade that knows only the annihilating dogma of the Abyss. Where violence is sacrament, and despair the lingua franca through which all mortals must converse. Only an iconostasis of interminable carnage still remains, palimpsested not in color but putrid ichor and the ruins of civilizations siphoned perfectly distill their agony. Nothing more than a defiled gravefield, where morality lies annulled, and kindness hemorrhages beneath the indifferent cadence of the Song. Following this first verdict, there is another known by all, be they the cattle-throng groveling in the sands of Creation or the profane monstrosities enthroned between the endless boughs of the Madness Below. This nightmare shall never know an end. Thus does life pointesly linger, forever entrapped in an age of cruelty, its misery wrought as tribute to the Eight begotten of the Song So unto you, Luz Noceda, a choice is given, an alien grace to the thralls of Creation you fool yourself in calling your kind, who die a dog’s death, bereft of even an ounce of autonomy. Shall mercy walk beside thee, Bringing solace to this broken land? Or shall you deem us unbefitting, And twist all to your accursed bidding?
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