Uh hiya there. This is my first ever story and this is generally just a page of what this is about, anything that should be acknowledged and all that jazz. {Ya like jazz? Okay I'll stop now.}
First off this is mainly angst. There is self harm and self commitment to death. If you're uncomfortable with that please be on your way and I wish you the best. Another thing, I am an angst writer. I don't have the best experience in writing anything other than that so I'm warning you that I don't write for people who aren't okay with angst. I write for those who embrace the pain of watching a character you love lose it all because let's be honest it's the best part to watch them rise up again. The characters in the story belong to me and my friends. And technically speaking this is "fanfiction" in which they encouraged. The real thing is a roleplay server we have and interact in. Anygays that should be all. Any Grammer corrections are welcome. Oh! And another thing. I have a life. And I'm not a consistent writer. And when I do write, writers block is a big problem for me so don't expect updates. I run on my own schedule not my readers. Thank you and have a good day! Any further announcements will be made with an A/N. {Author's note}
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The Lord of Envy
RastgeleA rich man lives a life of sorrow, trauma, and mental instability, and ends up losing everything... Including his life. Much to the surprise of his atheist mindset, there is an afterlife. And then he became one of the seven appointed nobels of Hell...
