False Crown

Desiderius wasn't looking for salvation, only silence.

He had spent years suspended in the quiet hum of stasis, where nothing moved except the slow, grinding awareness of his own inadequacy. The world passed around him, meaningless and hollow, until it began to fracture into echoes of the past, fragments that reflected what he hated most.

Having been marked to suffer without his knowledge, Des eventually becomes a Stagewalker alongside others and their selfish goals.

After a dream inherited, he walked willingly into those echoes, searching not for answers, nor for reprieve, but cursing himself so find a grave big enough to bury a cold, filthy corpse.

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”

New chapters always on Friday at 6:30 PM, but NOT WEEKLY. I would prefer as high quality I can manage even for my first story.