The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

[Caelmir (World of The High Humans) – Nine Days Before The Awakening.]

Magnus sat under an orange tree, eating a neatly peeled orange. He was the only one there, and perhaps that was for the best, for he wasn’t in a good mood.

The day before, he had met Asmodeus, the second undead he had awakened since he awakened his class 57 years ago.

Asmodeus is an ancient demon, one whose evil ways even made Magnus skeptical about whether he should unleash him during battles or keep him in the darkness for a while.

Of course, while Asmodeus is the most evil person he has ever met, the demon summoner had helped him greatly, and the day before, he had given him insight into things that made Magnus see the evil he had fallen into.

Asmodeus told him who a paragon is and what they stand for.

He told him what it takes to be a paragon, how the relationship between a paragon and the heavens stands, and what it meant to even say that word.

In the end, Magnus knew he had fallen into a trap, and unknowingly, he had spread this curse to his wives and mother. They are the only ones who knew he had additional messages attached to the countdown.

They had tried to research the name Paragon with him and even said that name hundreds of times. This, from what he had just learned, means he had fallen for the schemes of the heavens, and that alone is the kind of evil he had never heard of before.

“So I am a paragon, and apparently, the heavens hate me more than even someone like Asmodeus, who is the incarnation of evil,” Magnus smirked. “This is just great.”

Unlike the other paragons that came before him, he had yet to receive a visit from his past selves. So far, his power is something he alone has consolidated over the past 57 years.

He had no powerful bloodlines that would help him go against odds so grim that many would run from them. Of course, he, sitting at the peak of the Chaos stage, can already fight Ascension stage beasts.

However, not all Ascension stage beings can be handled by him. He doesn’t have that much power.

However, when he put his mind to it, he could kill all the Ascension stage warriors he wanted, but at a cost he didn’t have in him to pay, not when he was already having the best time of his life with his wives.

But now, hearing how impressive paragons are, he started to suspect the heavens just hated him for nothing, for if he compared himself to what he heard about paragons, he was in no way one of them.

“Maybe I am just overthinking things. I mean, the heavens gave me a powerful class, a powerful weapon, and five beautiful wives. I say they are my friends here, for they saw through the hate and blessed me with five beauties.”

Magnus smiled and stood up.

He slowly started moving to the other side of the mansion. On his way, he passed by many maids and guards who, upon seeing him, looked at him with disgust in their eyes.

Even mere maids looked down on him, but he didn’t care. He used to, but not anymore.

Magnus moved through the large mansion and appeared in a garden where his mother was spending time with his wives. This соpy соmеs frоm соntеnt оn МVLЕМРYR.

He joined them, and they started spending the afternoon like one happy family.

—

[Eight Days Before The Awakening]

“Mmmh, Lene, your blood has become even sweeter since the last time I tasted it, and that was five days ago.” Magnus licked his lips, watching the bite mark on Lene’s breast heal in under five seconds.

Lene smiled.

She has silky black hair with streaks of silver, pale skin, and violet eyes like dusk.

Her form is perfect for Magnus, and judging by how he was loving her blood, the discovery that he might be a paragon, someone hated by the heavens, had washed from his mind.

“You should treasure me, then, my love, and I will forever supply you with my blood,” Lene said, looking at the hardened vampire rod poking her.

“Oh, I will. For the sake of your blood, I will fight against all odds to forever savour that taste.”

They didn’t know what this awakening was all about, so they were just having fun for now and preparing for when the countdown hit zero.

“Did your parents send men again?” Magnus asked. “I saw some priest-knights leave the mansion this morning.”

“Don’t worry about them. Despite losing my virginity and having long given up on the path of a priestess, they still think I am worthy, but we both know they just want my power to hold more power.

My leaving was the best thing that has ever happened to me, and since they are secretly afraid of you, they tried to use my mother-in-law to get me back.

Too bad they came to my best friend,” Lene smirked.

She had awakened a rare priestess class that allowed her to harness the power of the moon to control the weather.

This power is one the Holy Church coveted but could never have, for their priestess had long fallen in love with Magnus, and there was nothing they could do about it.

They hate him, but they are also afraid of him, for they know what he is capable of.

“The offer still stands. Just give the word, and I will send Asmodeus. It will be over in under 12 hours,” Magnus laughed.

“I am not killing them, Magnus. They are still my family, though I don’t really care about them much.”

“Just saying. Killing them will make things much more peaceful.”

Lene smacked his head. “You should stop spending time with Asmodeus; he is slowly turning you evil.”

Magnus laughed. “Just kidding. I will never harm your family, not even when they are a bunch of hateful moon worshippers.”

“And that is why I love you.” Moaning sounds filled the room once more as the two started another round, one filled with love and blood.

—

[Main Palace – King Alric and Queen Isolde (Magnus’ Mother)]

“How are you, my king?” Queen Isolde asked, looking calm at the king, who, despite her presence, still looked occupied with some documents.

Of course, part of it was intentional since while she would love his third wife to abandon Magnus and reclaim her throne in the court, he knew she would never do that.

She knew how much she loved Magnus, and for that, he was angry, but as the king and ruler of the entire world, he couldn’t care less what she did with her life; he had a whole world to look after.

Also, he has 11 more wives he loves and spends time with, so one who doesn’t conform to his wants isn’t worth it.

“If you are still here to plead that I add him to the elite unit that will defend this world should the worst happen in eight days from now, then don’t waste your words. The Caelmir army has no place for tainted blood,” the king said, not even turning to look at Queen Isolde.

She clenched her fist, anger bubbling in her eyes.

Then she stood up and walked toward the door.

She indeed came to find a spot for her son, like the other queens did for their children, but she wasn’t even allowed to make her case.

When she reached the door, she turned and spoke, a message that would manifest to the king in a few days’ time, but by then it would be too late to take action.

“He is your son, too, Alric.”