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THE BLOOD KEPT flowed out of her wounds and mixed with the dirt in the ground where, many bodies of her friends and family lay, unmoving and disfigured. She could not recognize their faces, her heart broke when she stared at those small figures with blood gushing out of their wounds with no sign of life, some were even around eight to nine years old. How can be the world so cruel? Why did she have to live such a life? Why was she forced to endure such hardships? Is this all just because of her heritage? Does her being a demigod meant that she was cursed? If you ask the fates they will say yes, they won't show any remorse, they won't show sympathy towards the living, and all they do is just weave their fate for better or for worse.
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Devil in Disguise
FanfictionAnastasia Sommers, daughter of Hades has set her foot in Mystic Falls, Virginia. After spending nineteen years at camp and fulfilling the prophesies with her cousins, she decides to go back to her mother. She wanted to take a break from the superna...
