"We are writers, my love. We don't cry, we bleed on paper"
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An ordinary human being, hoping one day, to get enought motivation to write all of the ideas.
Until then, the young writer will offer the sacred ideas to any passenger of this ship.
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“It's blood, not nuclear waste. Chill out.”
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She went by many names. The Tamer of Demons, the Whisperer of Death, The Devil's hand or The Ruler of the Dead.
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Darya Tudor was a creature who was centuries old. Her home was safely hidden in the mountains of Norway, her shadows or children as she called them watched over her, like she over them.
She was a myth, and she would preffered it to stay this way. She needed nobody else but herself and the demons who danced in her castle.
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She knew the catastrophes happening around the world, the evil organizations rising and mutants being created. Yet, she stayed put. She had no business with humans.
Until one day a mere mortal man by the name of Steve Rogers was brought in by her demons, asking for her help.
The world was changing, aliens and mutants were threatening to take over the humanity.
What Darya did not expect was to find someone who'd melt her bitter heart, a ray of sun to her darkness.
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