Humanity always held a discernible kind of potential; one that wavered in its fragility every time the earthly concept of good and evil was tampered with. What was once a world equipped with the brightest of stars, became a land overrun by monsters deformed by mortal-urged hunger. Those of whom hungry for everything but the fruits of their labor would soon find their decaying souls left buried in the ashes of their own impermanence. Only the worldly desire for power, money, and control could temporarily satisfy the appetite of a collective ego while chipping away at incarnation. Nourishing everything but the spirit quickly became the demise of a wicked monkeys ascension. •••This is a multi-perspective story. There will be a different storyline/perspective to each chapter.••• ***TRIGGER WARNING: Some parts of this story express thoughts of suicide, mental health issues, and opinions of mainstream religion. Do not read if these are topics you find disturbing and/or offensive in any way, shape, or form.***

Ezra finally finds out (after god knows how long) he's been played like a fiddle by none other than the man he trusted most in the world, Noah. God, how long has he been performing in this damned circus day after day after day like an obedient little puppy? He doesn't know, but he'll sure as hell find out... and when he finds his contract in Noah's office his heart sinks when he sees the amount of time he's signed his soul away for rise up to 132 years... A (somewhat) dark circus based fantasy! With elves and dark magic and a bit of madness along the way! (Cover picture from Pinterest, look up "Circus Aesthetic")