Please read this, I haven't been written it all for nothing. Thank you.
As a little warning before this agony starts, I have to tell that this fanfiction does not respect the "formal" - or rather said "informal" structure; you know, lemons, fun and games that starts in no time. I know you have your kink for lemonade, but not now. This is more a cliché killer kind, that have drama, love, death and society problems as they are depicted in the real world.
As an update, this all written above is respected till you will reach chapter 12. I got my head in writing a steamy scene, who can blame me?
Beside this, it is documented, so it will contain magick practices from translated books of John Dee, King Solomon's Lemegeton, Picatrix, norse magick from Galdrabok, things I obviously couldn't have written, only if I were an immortal witch or something, that is far from being true. Sorry to dissapoint that my broom only have cleaning purposes and nothing aerodynamical.
It also will contain a parody - so no real historical events, no defamation of character intended - with real life persons like Leonardo DaVinci, Luca Pacioli, Pope Alexander the VI, Ludovico Sfortza, and if you don't know who most of them are don't worry, I didn't know either before writing this and searching frantically on-line. And I have two real characters, Gerard Way and Brendon Urie, who of course I don't own, because if I would...lucky me.
I am not an english native speaker, but I am a grammar nazi myself.
Too much writing, it kinda is my habit. Enjoy.
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Requiem for the living
FanfictionThey say the smallest coffins are the heaviest, but the burdens of the past are astonishing. Funerals are supposed to be events when the past is buried, but for Brendon Urie it happened to be a profitabile moment to dig up the truth about his lover...
