The Black Phoenix became the stuff of legends. I was heralded as Anubis, the god of death, the judge jury and executioner of justice. The Black Plague. The Pale Horse. I was respected by the innocent and feared by the corrupt. I was seen as a savior in the dark, pathetic world that it had become. A ray of light brought about by chaos.
I mothered life from death.
I was Goddess. All in All.
Yet all I felt was alone.
The outward destruction spoke nothing to the desolation in my soul. It was inexplicable.
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Anubis
KurzgeschichtenThe United States has fallen, and has given way to a new government. Their tactic is fear, and their tools are their elite soldiers. They are enlisted seemingly at random, torn from their loving families' arms to serve as puppets to the government...
