Princey and Anxiety have always been against one another. That was the point. They were complete opposites, they couldn't have a good relationships. There was no way they could be anything remotely related to friends, not even friend-ly with one another. So, why doesn't it feel that way. The people around him begin to realize that Anxiety's job is more complex than they thought it was. Prinxiety ship. You know the drill. I don't own it. Wish I did, but all the credit goes to the almighty Thomas Sanders. There are mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, so, please, I warn you now, don't hate me.

This story is a retelling of a crazy, and amazingly fun game of Dark Heresy (a Warhammer 40,000 Roleplaying game), it's a little different from the other things I've posted here but I assure you it is no less etertaining! Gather round, I have a story of a ragtag bunch of... Well I guess you could call them heroes. In the grim darkness of the far future this unruly band are all that stands between a sector and a plot of the darkest, most foul heresy. Just remember, no one is above suspicion, no one is above the law, and everything, everything is heresy.

Torment and Sophia are one and the same, and are really alike in many ways. But at the same time, they are total opposites. Torment is out to avenge and take back the rest of her soul, which is inside of Sophia. They have no idea what would happen if they became one again, or if they go there separate ways. Both being taken under different teams of the universe, Torment sticking with their father, the Devil, and Sophia being swept under the angels' wings, what will happen as more secrets are unburied?

Sar city lies bewildered. Their super hero esque protectors known as the Heirs was defeated by a man who escaped from the Sar mental Asylum mere hours before. The man, known only as Skull has struck fear into everyone in the city, even the Heirs. Skull dissappeared shortly after, with the two spectral figures that aided him in his robbery of the Sar city bank. Since then the Heirs have retreated back to lick their wounds. In response to this the city has been in an uproar. No one goes out at night except for criminals and all kinds of looters while Agency soldiers in black vans drag suspected looters away in broad daylight. It didn't take much from here to turn the whole city into a warzone. Now gangs prowl the streets looting and assaulting everything in their path, every night the police set up checkpoints to try and protect the more heavily populated areas of Sar city but even so many innocents have already died. Meanwhile, the worlds first true supervillain, Conduct sits back and basks in the chaos, knowing full well that his time to strike is coming.