Gonzalo Sollu

There was no space for sympathy in the world. Things were harsh, and you really had to think it through before deciding whether or not to lend a hand. A person with a sickness of the soul, or with any kind of illness really, was more of a burden than anything else. Nobody had time for them, because they were more worried about having a piece of bread to eat each day, or not being killed by demons. I was “living” in a place that used to be part of a great and powerful kingdom. I had a cabin

Bison Taunt thought his destiny was in the light, with the angels, but life, apparently, had other plans. He will have to find the way to his true destiny, with the help of his powerful heart. Demons will fall on his path.

I felt it was time for me to fulfill my destiny. I didn´t mount on my horse; I went by foot, stepping on the corrupted land, sanctifying it portion by portion under my bright boots. And I did so to demonstrate the magnitude of my heavenly power, to instill in the demonic heart the realization that everything would come to an end, at last… And I thought they would, deep inside, appreciate that, considering their horrible existence. But they still chose to fight back. That was interesting… M

So cute. I'm happy they at least got to meet and experience those beautiful things. They definitely deserved to have that. Sadly, life is unfair sometimes and tragedies happen.

Hello! My name is Gonzalo Soler and I would love to read your stories and share mine! Currently writing a gay fantasy story about warriors and demons.