He came home from the war. He didn't speak, only wrote. Some noticed that the ink he used had a red tint to it. Maybe they didn't know he wrote his poetry with four things; the pen, the paper, his heart, and the mixture of ink and blood.
Cover art by niitsvee on DeviantArt. I haven't seen much of their art, but from what I see here, they're pretty damn good.
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Book 1: Savior.
So please read that first.
:TRIGGER WARNING:PLEASE READ: trigger warning I will not give any further warning it ruins the atmosphere this story will have topics for a mature audience such as possible lemon rape death slight Gore cursing and is recommended for 18+ or you may read at your own risk,
Disclaimer: I Don't own Markiplier/Darkiplier Jacksepticeye/Antisepticeye and NONE of the Artwork or Photo's are Mine they are off of a Public Domain such as Twitter/Facebook. Thank You ♡