The Twilight of the Gods

[Complete! Check out the author's page for finished long novels and ongoing stories. You're welcome to follow ^o^] As an end-of-the-world doll created by the gods, Tilo obeyed their will and defeated the "demons" who opposed them. When it was all over, the gods began to fear Tilo's power. They carried out a so-called punishment, intending to destroy him. "A doll's ultimate fate is to be destroyed." But Tilo activated the power of time within himself, used it to alter time, and arrived in the human world. He would take revenge and bring the gods their twilight. Tilo made a list of the powerful "demons" he had once killed or defeated. But now they were alive, sealed away in places across the world, and Tilo had to find a way to work with them. The vampire active in the world... The sleeper in the endless deep sea... The mourner in the far north... The avenger buried deep underground... The chanter in the raging winds... That night, Tilo was holding a book. He picked up the cup beside him and saw it was empty. Tilo summoned his butler, who elegantly refilled his cup with red tea, then leaned down, his head close to Tilo's ear. "Young master, I'm thirsty too." Tilo put down the book. He took a sip of tea with one hand and offered the other to the butler. "Be quick." But the other man didn't seem satisfied. He gently caught Tilo by the wrist and pressed his head to Tilo's neck, speaking softly with a smile as he coaxed him. "Can I try here? Just once." Tilo fell silent for a moment. "Tch, I've spoiled you." His voice was deeply displeased, but he still reached up and unbuttoned his collar, revealing the pale, slender neck beneath, its veins clearly visible. "Be gentle, or get out." Before the endless deep sea, Tilo raised the tip of his knife toward his eye and offered his left eye as a sacrifice to the sleeper beneath the waves. The sea roared, and a creature vast enough to blot out the sky appeared before Tilo. Its enormous tentacles moved around him. "What is your purpose?" the sleeper asked. Madness glimmered in Tilo's eyes, and blood ran from his eye socket. "The so-called gods are nothing but powerful, writhing lumps of flesh. Kill them, and we'll be the so-called gods." "Let twilight fall upon them." 1. The setting for the evil gods and demons has been modified and reimagined. The timeline is roughly the steam age after the First Industrial Revolution, in a fictional world, so please don't nitpick the details. 2. The pairing is with the progenitor of the vampires. Plot-focused. 3. Not a horror story, and it isn't scary. 4. The little doll has gray hair and gray eyes, and is at the very top of the power scale. Here are some upcoming stories by the author: 1. The Ambitious Man's Guide to Self-Improvement Mo Xuanyu's family had been in business for generations, and at one point grew into a behemoth spanning several fields. As the youngest child in the family, he had black hair and blue eyes, with exceptionally pale skin and striking, refined features. He was also one of the world's rarest healing ability users. He had thought he was part of a happy family, until disaster struck. The family's finances collapsed, and the Yan family, their business partners, kicked them while they were down, demanding that Mo Xuanyu marry their eldest son if they were to continue investing. His once-kind parents changed their tune. His usually honest eldest brother turned cold. His kind-hearted older sister wept as she pleaded with him. "Xuanyu, just marry Yan Geng. It's for the family's benefit. It's what you should do." Mo Xuanyu simply watched them in silence. Something vanished from his beautiful azure eyes. "Okay," he agreed softly. On the day of their engagement, Yan Geng looked at him with tender affection and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, my dear Xuanyu. I love you, but you've never looked at me even once. This is the only way you'll belong to me." He looked forward to Mo Xuanyu gradually submitting to him after getting over his anger. But Mo Xuanyu only looked at him with the same disappointment, then vanished into ash beneath Yan Geng's increasingly regretful and deranged gaze. [Welcome to Sacred Geometry, Chosen One.] All around him was darkness, save for these words, which gave off a faint glow. Mo Xuanyu had never longed for love. What he wanted was power, strength, and control over his own fate. Now that he was no longer constrained by feelings, he had considerable ambition. After being bound to Sacred Geometry, he had to compete against countless Chosen Ones for the one and only divine seat. This was a paradise for the ambitious, a haven for the strong. Mo Xuanyu caressed the blade in his hand, no longer suppressing his surging ambition and desire. He would become the transcendent supreme being. Every person bound to the system awakens an initial divine core, usually golden. Mo Xuanyu had assumed that as a healing ability user, his would surely be a brilliant gold. But once the awakening was complete, he stared in confusion at the pitch-black little thing in his hand. Ah, so I'm a potential evil god? Am I really that bad? After his divine core awakened, Mo Xuanyu realized his abilities had changed. His profound, pitch-black mental power was highly corruptive, and its ability was called... Domination. Anyone or anything he dominated would pass some of their abilities and power to him, an endless, continuous stream. Having understood everything, Mo Xuanyu looked down from above and smiled at those in need as he held out his hand. "Want to be my dog? Say no or bark." Take back what I said. He's pretty bad after all~ 2. Doomsday Waltz [Wasteland] Synopsis: [Devoted, humble, gentle top x proud, scheming, beautiful bottom] In a desolate city, Gu Yan saw a boy who looked like an angel inside a supermarket. He had jet-black hair and ruby-red eyes. Sitting in a shopping cart, he ate a lollipop and flipped through a fairy-tale book. Even in the apocalypse, his white shirt was spotless. He had to be an angel who had fallen from the sky. Gu Yan thought to himself as he carefully struck up a conversation with the angel. With innocent eyes like rubies, the boy softly told him his name was Shen Luo, and that his father, mother, and younger brother had all died. How pitiful. After getting his permission, Gu Yan carried him out of the supermarket, ignoring everyone who tried to stop him. That night, Gu Yan gave him a heated beef can. The little angel seemed to have never eaten anything like it before. His cheeks puffed out a little as he ate happily. In a daze, as Gu Yan wiped Shen Luo's mouth, he kissed him as if under a spell. When he came to his senses, he quickly pulled back and gently took Shen Luo by the wrist to apologize. But the other boy only smiled, looking beautiful. "Can I stay with you? I don't eat much. Um... how about you kiss me once a day?" "Of course..." That would be wonderful. Theme: Virtue must match one's position, and we must shoulder the responsibilities that come with it.