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What do you mean when you say I’m supposed to be the devil?! (Essence Cyoa DxD self insert): chapter 1:Cendre et poussière

The smoke hit the back of my throat, harsh and familiar, a welcome burn in the frozen air. I exhaled slowly, watching the grey plume twist and vanish into the endless, dark snowfall above. The flakes fell thick and silent, muffling the world, burying it. My gaze drifted down, past the swirling remnants of my breath, past the skeletal trees, to the stark white rectangle of disturbed earth. Steven’s earth.

"Christ, brother," I whispered, the words barely stirring the cold clinging to my...

The Uchiha’s grimoire guide to winning: chapter 3: what do you see?

The drone of the academy’s teacher voice washed over me, a slurring wave of facts about the first great Shinobi War crashing against the shores of my profound indifference. Chalk dust hung in the afternoon sunbeams slanting through the high windows, motes dancing like lazy fireflies in the stifling air. History. Geography. Chakra theory distilled into equations drier than the deserts of Wind Country. Calligraphy lessons where the brush strokes felt like dragging my soul through mud. It was ...

The Uchiha’s grimoire guide to winning:chapter 2: homecoming

The compound gate loomed, heavy wood banded with iron that gleamed dully in the late afternoon sun. It wasn’t forbidding, not exactly. More like… watchful. An eye half-lidded, observing the world beyond its walls. Home. The word felt strange on my tongue, a pebble worn smooth by conflicting currents. Ren Uchiha’s home, saturated with ten years of laughter, scraped knees, and the scent of his mother’s cooking. And his home, the phantom memory of sterile corridors and the hollow ach...

Rage against the heavens: chapter 29: Innocent

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Perfection was in my opinion akin to a mirage shimmering on desert sands. A fool’s errand, something forever approached, never touched. Yet, if anything in this fractured, god-haunted world I was now living in, brushed against its ghost… it was the quiet rhythm of these past days. Thalia. Home. Safe. Mine. The simple, earth-shattering relief brought by her presence, the sound of her laughter bouncing off the warded walls of my home, of our home, the sight of her curled on the sofa...

Rage against the heavens: chapter 28: the devil in the garden

The silence wasn’t peaceful. It was the heavy, expectant quiet of a held breath, the world itself pausing before the plunge. My thoughts, ho

The silence wasn’t peaceful. It was the heavy, expectant quiet of a held breath, the world itself pausing before the plunge. My thoughts, however, were a maelstrom. They circled the same jagged rocks of self-recrimination and burgeoning, terrifying resolve. Thalia’s laughter, bright and newly rediscovered, echoed like a ghost in the chambers ...

Rage against heaven: chapter 27: After hour

The silence that followed the duel breathed like a living organ, pulsing through pillars re-knitted from slag and bone-white ash. I sat upon the fractured lip of a colonnade that ought to have folded into dust, my calves swinging above the bruised darkness where a floor no longer existed. It would have been a gross untruth, perhaps the most brazen lie of my two lives, if I claimed the spectacle before me was anything short of beautiful. Beauty, in this singular moment, meant scorched marble r...

God most high (Highschool DxD/ Bleach crossover with Ywhach taking the place of the biblical god): chapter 1: Targumim

There was a time before endings. A world that had not learned to fracture. A silence older than words, too pure for prayer. In that place, life did not end because it had never begun. There were no corpses because there were no births. It was a realm sealed in symmetry, unmoving, untouchable, perfect in the way only still water is, deep and dead and in a sense without witness.

And from this unbroken world, a God emerged not in light or wrath, but in stillness. He was not born. He...

Rage against the heavens: chapter 26: Eternal Recurrence of Break and Remake

The only thing that mattered right now was getting used to it all, to my body that had changed and what better more dependable way of doing such other than hitting a deity in the face.

I didn't completely summon my armour. After all, what would be the point in trying to test the limits of my body, especially in a kinda controlled environment?

She was the first to attack, something dark, glinting and feeling so much more alive than it should be surged toward me, moving through shad...

Commission: The Uchiha’s grimoire guide to winning

Sorry for not having posted anything this weekend. I had been out and in the hospital and puking my guts since the beginning of the weekend. Made my birthday that is today even more lame but it is what it is. I had this chapter that was commissioned to me almost a year ago on my phone and I thought to post it kinda like a sorry/entry meal. I'll try to begin posting again rage against the Heavens on Wednesday at most. Sorry again

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Rage against the Heavens: chapter 25: Crybaby

I heard the portal close behind me, not like a door slamming shut, not like a gate locking behind a prisoner but like a whisper ceasing mid-sentence, like breath halting on the cusp of confession. Soft, final, certain like a dying breath. 

 The air didn’t tremble when it vanished. It was as if the world in its entirety except just me forgot that something unnatural had been there. 

It would have been so very easy to vanish into the air, to reach out with thought a...

Rage against heaven: chapter 24: the lightning in her bones

 Hecate moved as I stepped outside the dilapidated building Thalia had chosen like shelter. She moved with No rustle. No whisper. Just intent—folded neatly into every twitch of her fingers. Green mist followed her like a toxic fog. The mist had no source. It wasn’t born from her mouth, her hands, nor the ground.

It slithered through the cracked floor like it had been buried there all along, waiting for its maestro.

I tightened my hold on Thalia so that if for any reason a...

Rage against the heavens: Chapter 23: Misericordia

I do not remember the first the time I loved her.

Perhaps it was when I first saw her smile, a toothless one that had felt at that moment like the purest thing that could be, one I had decided the moment I saw it that I never wanted to be gone, to have someone hammer the joy in it until it shattered and cracked. Or maybe it was when I watched her sleep, the defiance dulled from her brow, and I could almost convince myself the world had not done to her what it had, that she had better pa...

Rage against the heavens: chapter 22: Prometheus in the mirror

There are thresholds you cross where turning back is no longer a choice, where the smell of ash clings to your skin, not because you walked through fire, but because you set the fire yourself. You can lie to others. You can even lie to yourself if you're good at it—paint the pyres as sacrifices, the smoke as necessary, the flames as purifying—but somewhere between the second and third scream you utter in your mind, you realize you were wrong. Or at least, you hope you were.

Because ...

Rage against the Heavens: Chapter 21: here beneath a purple sky

I woke up gazing at a different sky. 

I wish I had been metaphorical, that it had been allegorical but it was not. A purple sky welcomes my vision with dark stars doting the horizon seemingly as endless as the grain of sand on a beach.

I honestly hadn’t expected to wake up. With slash emperor being what it was, with how close I had been to the epicentre of what I released, I hadn’t expected that the current me would have survived.

In any case, I had made sure that A...

Rage against the heavens: chapter 20: Oedipus in the sanctum

In a sanctum where time's essence wove its intricate patterns, the Moirai convened. Before them stretched the vast loom of existence, each thread a life, a destiny, a story unfolding. Yet now, an unsettling transformation marred the once harmonious weave. Threads that had long intertwined with purpose began to fray, their ends unravelling into uncertainty. Some severed themselves entirely, drifting away like lifeless tendrils cut from the vine.

Clotho, the Spinner, whose hands had drawn...

Rage against the heavens: End of time to vote

What the title said. In the end, the comment with the most likes was the one with 1charge in anti divine weapon and another in true magic. I’ll begin working on the next chapters

Commissioned story: Heart of glory (House of the Sun/Naruto: Sasuke centric): chapter 1: All our yesterdays are knives

A drop of blood hits the floor. Then another. Then another.

It began as it always did.

The drip.

Sasuke’s mother knelt in the hallway, her braid coiled neatly over her shoulder. The scent of jasmine tea—her favorite—still clung to the air. She smiled at him, the way she did when he’d sneak sweets before dinner. “Sasuke,” she said, voice soft as rice paper.

Then the knife slid through her throat.

Not a clean cut. Itachi sawed through sinew, deliberate,...

Rage against the heavens: Alex got two free charges

I just wanted to tell you that Alex got two more charges. Honestly, if y’all hadn’t made the choices you did, there are great chances that things would have gone badly. All of that to say is that I got multiple outlines for this story but in the end, y’all choices are at 45% what will either cause Alex to make it or fail. Y’all got one day and half to choose

Rage against the heavens: Alex’s spent charges/specializations

I am using this post from totorox92 that I found on the Parahuman subReddit to explain more easily things:

Tinker Meta-Classifications

Whelp, back to my favorite topic again: Tinkers!

[Tinker classifications are kind of hard](http://worm.wikia.com/wiki/Power_classifications). Because Tinkers are dangerous because of their tech, the real numbers tend to be focused on what their...

Rage against the heavens: chapter 19: Angel’s notes

The island trembled under the weight of their clash, the air thick with the scent of ozone and the crackling hum of unleashed power. Waves crashed against the jagged cliffs, their frothy crests glowing faintly from the residual energy spilling into the sea. Above, the sky churned with dark clouds, split intermittently by streaks of lightning that seemed to mirror the fury below. Alex stood at the edge of the shoreline, his Necrontyr armor gleaming faintly under the storm’s dim light. Across...

Rage against the heavens: chapter 18 : Crossroads

Hecate was old.  

Not in the way mortals measured time—not in centuries or millennia, but in the slow, unfathomable crawl of existence itself. She was older than civilization, older than the first fires kindled by trembling hands in the dark. She had been young when the sun and moon were still new, when the earth was raw and unshaped, when the Titans had ruled unchallenged.  

And she remembered.  

She remembered the war that had shaken the hea...

Rage against the heavens: chapter 17: The unkindness of the world

The study smelled of aged leather and dying fire. Henry Huntington’s fingers traced the rim of his whiskey glass, the amber liquid catching the dim light like trapped sunlight. Shadows clung to the corners of the room, heavy as unspoken truths. I stood by the window, watching rain slide down the panes—thin, silver veins cutting through the night.  

“We’re drowning in preorders,” he said, voice low, almost reverent. “Even the vultures who wanted you to fail are claw...

Rage against the heavens: two charges available. Choose very wisely

I had forgotten to put up the vote. Y’all ten hours to decide

Rage against the heavens: chapter: 16: The incoming unkindness

Ambination looked much the same as it had when I first came a week ago. The glass doors reflected the early afternoon light, the steel beams stretching toward the sky like the ribs of some long-dead beast. Nothing had changed. And yet, everything had.  

Behind me, I heard the measured steps of my bodyguards, the lighter footfalls of my sister Beryl as she emerged from the car. The air smelled of sun-warmed asphalt, the faintest trace of gasoline, and the perfume she always wor...

End of time to choose

I read your comments and in the end, there seemed to be more agreement and like on either anti divine or Alchemy. In any case, the only thing I can say is that y’all chose well, very well even with the things that will happen. Anyways, I’m going to begin writing the chapter. It should not take long between 4 and 8 hours max

Snippet of a possible quest/ story?

You feel the weight of his presence even before you see him.

Kakashi Hatake stands there, shoulders slouched, hands tucked into his pockets. The single, lazy eye visible above his mask glances at you, half-lidded. Not dismissive—no, that would be an insult. Just unconcerned.

"Two bells. One hour. Come at me with intent."

He hadn't even activated his Sharingan. He hadn't drawn a weapon. He barely even stood like a fighter, ...

Rage against the heavens Alex got one free charge. It's up to you to choose how he invests it

What the title say. Y’all got twelve hours

Rage against the heavens: chapter 15: Tuesdays and the laws of equivalent dread

Tuesdays. The word alone was enough to make my jaw tighten, my shoulders stiffen, and my soul recoil. If the days of the week were a family, Tuesday would be the annoying little brother of Monday—the guy you already hated. Sure, Tuesday wasn’t as bad as Monday, but that didn’t make it any less insufferable. It was like being handed a slightly less rotten apple after being forced to eat a moldy one. Congratulations, it’s not as terrible. But it’s still terrible. Tuesdays were the uni...

Rage against the heavens: Chapter 14: What else but hope

One step forward, two steps back. That is how I felt.

One of the things I had done immediately after going back home was hiring people through some of my guards and new contacts I had made this last week and direct them to find the demigods corresponding to the golden dots on my map.

I had given them the appearance of Thalia, how she looked like with the hope that she would still be there in L.A but it wasn’t the case.

She was gone.

At least it could be said that I h...

Sorry for not having posted yet. I felt briefly unwell. I'll begin on the chapter now. With a little bit of luck, it'll be posted in like 4, 5 hours max. Sorry again

What the title say