Bellachickenwing
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[Name], an inphernal pretending to be just another face in the crowd.
Perfectly normal, totally harmless, absolutely nothing suspicious going on. Right?
Wrong.
Turns out, [Name] isn't your average citizen at all. Somehow-don't even ask how-they managed to stumble upon a weapon crafted by none other than Telemon, the god of creation himself. Yeah, that Telemon. Creator of the Sword Deities, the one who abandoned the lands, the walking myth that no one's supposed to even mention without the sky cracking open.
And what did [Name] do upon finding this divine relic?
They picked it up. Of course they did. Because apparently curiosity is a death wish.
Telemon, in all his celestial boredom, reached out telepathically (as gods do) and basically said, "Congrats, kid. You're holding my power now. Keep it quiet."
And somehow, [Name] actually understood what he meant.
So now, they hide behind a fake name, weapon and disguise - R.P.K., the "Radical Purple Keytar." A cover story wrapped in rhythm and glitter. The keytar became their mask, their symbol, and, somehow, their truth.
Because if anyone ever found out that [Name] had direct contact with Telemon?
Yeah. That would be the end of the show.
"I told you I'm normal.
I just happen to have godpower, a cursed relic, and terrible decision-making skills."
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This book is still in beta and will get rewriten/updated time to time.
Warnings: Vulgar Language, gore (?), (will edit warnings later on the chapters)