Of Murderers and Saviors

Of Murderers and Saviors

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Overwatch
We all assume ourselves to be who we desire to be, but not who we really are. // Bioluminescent. bio-developed, and bio-sustained, the world has ushered in a new era of peace and common amiability. Technology has advanced tenfold, omnics and humans are in somewhat jointly peaceful terms - all because of the hardworking, invaluable efforts of a team consisting of humanity's greatest soldiers and oddities: Overwatch. However, when the dubious killing of a famous peace advocate occurs, the once perfect jigsaw puzzle of the world crashes into pieces and a explosive, kaleidoscopic earth is birthed. Old and new enemies resurface out of the dark trenches from whence they came, invaluable alliances are formed, and new paths, truths, and parternships are discovered - will the world ever returned to its normalized, seemingly steady stream of a path or will it become an armageddon-like place, a clear schism between murderers and saviors?
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Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

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