You've Become What You Swore To Destroy Novels & Stories

I swallow a hard lump, not liking what I hear in her voice, "About this whole thing?" "What are you talking about?" "What if it's part of my destiny, Remington?" She asks, her voice hard. Determined, "Destroy to rebuild. Cleanse and reshape traditions. What if I'm not bad just because I suck, but because I was born to destroy and then rebuild something better?”

The voices echo around me immediately, confirming what I had done already. I had the ability to destroy things if I couldn’t fix them. Today, I have used that ability and have made Katrina disappear instead of sending her back to Orphena which I tried earlier and failed to do. A sad smile curves the corner of my lips as the cries of victory resonate in the ground and the rest of the enemy Army gives up, having no leader to lead them anymore. Right now, it feels like I have fixed the world after destroying my own. Sacrifice — that’s how it feels I guess…Utterly shitty.

“You have to be brutal. You have to lose the part of yourself that wants to be good. Burn your conscience. Erase the lines you swore you’d never cross. That’s how you win. That’s the only way.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. “I’m not like him,” I said. The words came out sharper than I expected. “No,” he agreed. “You’re not. And that’s why you’re dangerous. Because you still think you can do this without becoming him.” He turned back toward the door, but paused before opening it. “One more thing,” he said over his shoulder. “If you think you can do this without destroying yourself, don’t. You won’t survive it. Not intact.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, Jartre. Doesn’t matter how much time passes you still find new ways to fuck with my life and the lives of those around me. You’re truly the God of Destruction because you destroy everything you touch.” I feel the wind get knocked out of me as his words lance through me. His words are something I have said to myself for thousands of years. I believed with all my being that I wasn’t meant to love or be loved and that all I was, was destruction. Gabriella has tried to tell me otherwise, but it’s hard not to look at my past and believe what Oshmin says.

"If you step out of that line without me, just know that you no longer have a brother and you have made an enemy out of me. I will be your nemesis and I will come hunting for you. I swear it." He also swore, but my mind has already been made up. I turned to everyone, including Lucien. "I want you all to know that you are the ones that contributed to me becoming the villain of my own story. And I promise you all that I will come back for you all. This time, when it's all been said and done, I will make sure that the sabertooth mages will really be extinct from this world. I swear it too." I said and I turned and ran.

I didn't blink. Their faces, their laughter, the smell of death and ash are burned into my mind. The way their hearts beat as they stood over my family’s bodies, as if nothing had happened at all. As if we were nothing at all. That night I made a vow, etched into every part of my soul: I would rise. I would grow stronger. I would rebuild what they tried to destroy. And one day, I would kill the council who took everything from me. I would end them all.

His eyes stretched wide with madness, fixed on some sight outside reality. "Let the fires of hell burn me. Let the shadows devour me. I am no longer the man I was, no longer the father who adored his daughter. I am the bringer of death, the destroyer of worlds. And on my blood and on my soul, I swear, I will watch the Citadel burn!"

"What have you become?" "I have become what I was always meant to be," Myrrak said, turning to look at her with those mad red eyes. "I have become a god of destruction. And these creatures, combined with the armies that you and Lady Bana have gathered, will be unstoppable. Tharros and his Nightweavers will fall before us. Nyxoria will fall. And I will take back everything that was stolen from me." Including Nyxoria.

He had still decided to come after us. Something cold settled into my chest then. Not shock. Not fear. Resolve. Years ago, I had sworn I would destroy everyone who tried to break the people I loved. And now— At last— It was time to return the favor.

My voice was nothing but a whisper in the dark, but it was a vow etched into my bones: “If I can’t destroy Matthias, then I can’t protect her.” And I would burn this world to ash before I let that happen.