A winter cry And blood meets sky A light strikes by, The child is born With hidden horns And icy eyes, The world's goodbye. After millenniums, the antichrist is born. Too bad neither heaven or hell know which boy is the actual antichrist. Either a blond boy named Tomathy, or a brunet boy named Toby. It's only logical...
"Techno! RUN!" That was the last he heard from his childhood friend. {being rewritten} Medieval Fantasy AU
This is a Ghostdre or dead dream fanfic. I saw this au everywhere so I decided to join the fun.