Guard and Scythe
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  • Reads 7,811
  • Votes 213
  • Parts 23
  • Time 3h 56m
Ongoing, First published Jun 18, 2012
Trisnae was just a lonely little girl wandering the streets one night when a carriage pulled up next to her and stole her away into the night, bringing her to the dark woods circus.
The circus; where children are tortured and beaten to death by the circusmaster, for the sick pleasure of the audience.
The circus ruined Trisnae's chances of ever having a life.
The circus changed Trisnae's death as she now is cursed to be one of Satan's guards who haunt the human realm in search of souls to be brought back to burn in Hell for all eternity.
Trisnae has been lost for so long, and it has been forever since she last felt emotions such as love or happiness, or even the feeling of worthiness.
Will she ever escape this eternal night?
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.