Fortress | (ongoing)
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Last published Wed, Nov 29, 2017
♫Synopsis♫
"W-what do you want?" I squeaked, horrified at the scene that rested in front of my eyes. I'd found myself backed up against the wall in my flurry to leave.
"Come here." His husky voice resounded throughout the chambers, beckoning me to obey. My body seemed to move on its own as one leg that was planted on the ground had lifted itself at his words. Internally, I screamed, knowing what fate I'd assume as soon as I was within his grasp.
Lifting my chin, he inspected every inch of my face as I'd felt sweat perspire. Then his lips suddenly curled into a smirk, his icy blue eyes turning into silver ones.
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Pure blooded Deosdorians, a sacred race of enchantresses from the Dansuna region have been long dead to the public eye- deemed extinct, ever since the Outlandish invasion where the neglected Gods demanded superiority, in fact, which was eighteen years ago.
These gods included the lower class gods, secluded gods, fallen gods, plane overseers, and the two gods of chaos who'd been scorned by the other races for centuries.
Al Dia, the last pure blooded Deosdorian as far as she's concerned, is sheltered by her adoptive family: a household of humans. None of the powers a Deosdorian should possess have been awakened, and the Prince, a God of chaos, is getting restless.
Tradition states that he should've found a wife once he's completed his thousand tasks list, else the Royal games shall begin with one female holding the title of the Goddess of chaos.
Truth is, his playboy pride can't persuade him to find one.
Fresh blood, secrets, love, betrayal, lies and truth...
All become uncovered once the games begin, with Al Dia either wishing she'd come first place, which will never be easy, or resign her fate to one packaged with death.
Trust me, the prince's heart is like a fortress; 'til the queen comes, all the weapons are useless.
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