Dark Souls Father Of Giants นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He laughs as he says. "Your father killed my father, but we are the sons of the devil, we cannot be destroyed, not when you hold the power of life." I begin to feel faint as the fire grows more prominent in front of me, I turn to look at the monster as I say, "who is we?" He laughs once again as he says. "Davin, of course, my brother, the son of Jaleb and the God of the dark." I feel my tears falling down my face as I say to him.

Nyx chuckles and grabbed my arm and we disappeared, only to appear in the place I was trying to escape. "Reginald, hey you old fuck we are over here," Nyx yelled loudly into the path of uprooted trees. The ground shook under our feet and I looked at my father and he's grinning like a fool. I can hear low guttural growls and the cracking of branches. My mouth dropped when a huge black scaled beast lowered its large head and eyed my father and I. My father walked up to it and patted its nose, its nostrils sniffed him and the fucking thing grins showing huge teeth. "You have your great grandfather's soul Nyx," a low gravelly voice says. My father nodded his head and laughed, waving me to his si

Suddenly, her golden aura flared with a terrifying intensity, and she let out a sharp, jagged cry. "He is there!" Maya gasped, her violet eyes wide and unblinking. "In the heart of the Indigo Abyss. He is not Malakor. He is the First Father. The one who stayed behind when the First Mother fled. He is encased in living obsidian, and his silence is what powers the Reapers’ scythes." The revelation sent a chill through the Council. If the First Father was the source of the void, then Malakor was merely the hand that wielded it.

His eyes glowed with pure rage, gold and vicious in the dark water. This wasn’t new. Every time he saw me, this was how he greeted his only son. With violence. With disappointment. I straightened up slowly, wiping the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. A smirk pulled at my lips even though my face throbbed. “Did you miss me, Father?” His massive form loomed closer. The water around him churned violently, reflecting his anger. He was huge, even for our kind—broad chest covered in ancient markings, silver-blue scales that shimmered with power. The General of the Northern Waters. A heartless monster.

Raziah asked with raised brows, her eyes confused as she waits for Belphagor response. "Didn't Amaya or anyone tell you who the fathers of Dark is?" "Fathers? Like they are more than one?" Raziah asks, becoming more confused. "Yes and I, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Leviathan are his father, we r@ped his mother and she survived the ordeal somehow and gave birth to Dark who has been a pain to us since his existence." Belphagor answered. "Oh, I get it now. No wonder he is strong," Raziah said in understanding then faced Amaya, one of her eyebrows raised perfectly. "Why didn't you tell me, daughter?"

The father was a tall , handsome man, in his mid fifties, with a head of thick black hair, and strikingly sharp features and eyes so dark one could only recognize they were blue hue upon close inspection. Marcu, his son, appeared to be in his early thirties. Although not as tall as his father, or muscular, he was still handsome nonetheless, with his ashe blonde hair that flipped when he shook it and dark grey eyes. His features somewhat resembled his father’s, with his high cheekbones and sharp chin.Both were friendly and respectful to the therapists, pending they offered the same in return,but woe be unto he that pissed them off.

Hades said, calling out for Albunuf. “I see you, you've got yourself a minion.” Zagreus said, getting up from the chair as he approached his father. “Had…” Hades said stretching his right arm at Albunuf as flames of fire consumed him, completely turning into dust. “Nice, still have that dark side in you. Though you will turn out to be soft. I guess you're still my Dark demonic father I know.” Zagreus said, glancing at him with a slight smile on his lips.

Axel answered. “Yes, and he happened to be your Grandfather” Alpha Zid answered taking a stand. “Your whole family is cursed, why don’t you save us the trouble and just end it” he added, The war started because Axel’s Grandfather Hades wanted dominion over the earth, it all started with his family. “I already know that” Axel answered, “Why don’t you give me a chance to fix it before trying to kill me” he asked.

Albert—Valeria’s father—asks. He was supposed to be resting, not fully healed, but I guess he couldn’t resist. Or maybe he needed the distraction. Valeria told me she revealed her mother’s infidelity to him. “I am sure. It is my nephew. Astaroth’s son, only son,” Father says. “Who is?” I ask as I walk in. “The man in the golden plate who attacked,” Father says. “It is Astaroth’s son. Your cousin.” I’m shocked. “The one… dead?”

I was wrong. A few days passed. I tried to gather myself, trying to survive the shame and the heartbreak. One afternoon, while walking in the city market, I heard a familiar voice call out. "Selene?" I turned around. There stood Adrian, arm in arm with Elara. But beside them stood an older man—tall, broad-shouldered, hair streaked with gray, sharp intimidating eyes, and wearing an expensive tailored suit. It was Adrian’s father. Don Lorenzo. One of the richest, most powerful, and most feared men in the country.