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Survivor

Survivor

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Science Fiction
It's been years since humans ruled the world. The human race slowly crumpled, we were becoming endangered, until finally we had to rely on something that we had feared for years. Demons. Ever since the day we agreed to let Demons help us and rule, the world has fallen apart. Humans are almost extinct, there are only few left, and those few left are used as slaves for the government. I am one of the few that has escaped and is on the run. My name is Phoenix Nightshade and I am a survivor.
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I laugh at you pitiful humans who scurry about this Earth with out a purpose seeking only life, but finding only death. I welcome death. I know what is coming, and the Goddess of Darkness will welcome me into her kingdom when I die. For now, I serve her purpose. I fight wars in her name, and serve as her avatar when needed. When she first came to me, she burned the love out of my heart. Now I find only humor in silly human affections. Love. It's such a short and despicable word. Maybe I could just enjoy fighting until I died, if it wasn't for the city. My city. My own corrupted city that cast me out for saving one of the city's own. The city I spit upon for its treatment of the gods and goddesses chosen people. I swear that one day, I will come back. Something must be done, and maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of the Absence of Light might choose me as her instrument of salvation, or destruction.

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