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Lord of Crimson Madness

London, 1878. Beneath a shroud of gray fog, a young aristocrat awakens in a lavish bedchamber with no memory of how he arrived there. Only a phantom pain remains, throbbing in his neck as though an unseen blade had once passed dangerously close to his throat. His name is Elias Montagu. His servants call him the Duke of Manchester. They dress him in silk, fasten his insignia, and prepare him for a crucial session in the House of Lords. There is only one problem. Elias remembers none of it. And the throne belongs to King George V. Something is wrong with London. Cathedrals rise above the city, devoted to forgotten gods whose names seem to shift from tongue to tongue: Senaiy, Uire, Siny, Urey, Senry, Ueis. Their scriptures contradict one another, yet their followers worship with absolute devotion. Their stone idols possess no faces that Elias can recognize, only hollow eyes that seem to follow him long after he has turned away. The moon hangs unnaturally low over the city, stained crimson against a sky that feels far too vast. Big Ben stretches impossibly high above the rooftops, its distant chimes carrying a hollow note that leaves Elias with the uneasy certainty that he has heard them before. Then the memories begin. Not memories of this world. Ruined cities beneath unfamiliar skies. Machines powered by a force Elias cannot name. Towers collapsing beneath a darkness without stars. And, buried among these fragments, the image of a colossal crimson eye staring directly into his own. Something is watching him. Something that may have been waiting for him long before he was born. As Elias moves through gilded ballrooms, secret societies, and corridors where servants whisper of things they refuse to name, he begins to question the identity everyone insists belongs to him. The more he remembers, the less certain the world becomes. In a world built upon forgotten truths, those who seek clarity are not called prophets, scholars, or kings. They are called madmen. And among them, one title is spoken only in a whisper. The Duke of Madness.
Darkbluemoon · 64k Views

Fate: I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
Medusa_Fic · 955.4k Views

Dr Blessed - In MHA With Lord Of Mysteries System

What if the greatest mystery behind Quirks isn’t their beginning—but their end? … Raised in a secret underground lab, experimented upon, and robbed of a childhood, Luke’s gift isn’t flashy strength. It is Bioalchemy — a Quirk that bestows Quirks… but only by unraveling the laws of biology. Eight years after the Final War, as a price of his freedom, he is forced into a Quirk Marriage with Momo Yaoyorozu—the one person who would see him as more than just a tool for others’ ambitions. But before their child—the perfect fusion of creation and life—is born, a betrayal steals their future. Fire. Screams. Ashes. And then—nothing. In death, Luke awakens in the Gray Castle seated before an incomprehensible entity—Mr. Fool. “A price is exacted for what fate bestows,” Mr. Fool says, offering resurrection — on one condition — Luke will become His Blessed and must spread His faith. Eleven years in the past, a young Luke finds himself facing a notification— [Congratulations! Welcome to the Lord of Mysteries System! You have unlocked Sequence 9: Seer, Marauder, Apprentice.] With knowledge from his previous life and his new powers, Luke will defy fate and reshape the future, uncovering mysteries beyond Quirks — Conformity? Singularity? A war that has ruled this world since the dawn of Quirks and beyond? With a foul-mouthed raven, named Nyx, and his memories as companions, Luke must spread Mr. Fool’s faith, while uncovering the dark secrets related to his and his family’s death. In a world swaying on the edge of something far greater than Heroes and Villains, Luke must walk the line between science and divinity, justice and madness. Because this time— — he alone will decide how the story ends. ******************* Note: Luke is not a villain. However, as the story progresses, he ends up becoming a gray character with questionable actions in the eyes of Heroes, Villains, and himself If you would like to read something truly villainous, check out my other fic: Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic, featuring Kai as the Blood Demon in a Multiverse setting!
droopyauthor · 1.9m Views

Take Me Away, Dark Lord!

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."
CoffeePrincess · 855.8k Views