Stygian
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Last published Wed, Aug 1, 2018
The world has stayed in a state of peace for years, people embracing different ethnicities, cultures, sexual preferences and different body situations. It seems that world peace has finally come into play. Some would argue that the world has officially become... boring.
A being which is filled with nothing more than a desire to have fun and observe is created by a seemingly unknown force. This being can harness the power of shadows. Within a week of his creation, he has already killed an entire theatre full of people and plunged the world into a state of fear once again. Using his shadow-bending ability, he was labeled 'Umbra' and begins to kill in a staple fashion, always leaving behind a recording of a shadow puppet show, mimicking the way the victim died. Slowly the world begins to crack down on Umbra, making it harder to kill. The world remains strong, despite Umbra's efforts. But when Umbra starts to lose control of his powers, when his temper starts to take over, will he become so powerful that he is no longer safe from himself?
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