Descendants Of Perfection

Descendants Of Perfection

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Fantasy
Lucia Foer was just a child when the Qai started to walk among her world, leaving their mark across the land. Qai were like gods to the Zeolms, they were faster, smarter, even more powerful beings with the looks to make you jealous. The Qai started ruling the lands, making the Zeolms their slaves. At the age of sixteen you were assigned to one or a group of Qai to work for until you die. But what happens when rule breaker Lucia Foer is assigned to the most powerful set of twins known as Shay and Mace Hyres who kill every Zeolm they've ever had working for them out of pure boredom?
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"In a world ruled by power and tyranny, peace is a distant dream. You were once a child, innocent and new to life, yet someone ignited the flames of destruction, suffocating your breath and stealing away the purity of your air. All that remained were fleeting drops of water and the faintest hope that the fires would one day cease. Perhaps you were gifted, your powers beyond what was ever expected, but power isn't just strength-it's a threat. Years passed, and you grew to despise everyone and everything. In rage and vengeance, you found a twisted kind of salvation. Amidst the chaos, you found home with someone you've picked up while desperately trying to escape the chains of fate. And though agony shaped my path, I never wavered from my purpose. Through hell and blood, I built my name and wealth, offering others a chance for redemption, for lives once broken like my own. Now, after all this time, I've prepared to fulfill the final task of my life. Many will weep, blood will stain the earth, but certainly, they will pay for stealing my childhood. - Anastas

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