Sky-Heart Dark Queen

Sky-Heart Dark Queen

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They call me demon, but that's no my name. I am a outcast and wouldn't have it any other way. I live by the blade as much a I can. My mother calls me her son, my father treasures me like gold. My completely opposite twin sister will have nothing to do with me. Good. I don't need them. As long as I have my dark king at my side nothing will stop us. The gods might not like it but who gives a damn. We make our own dark destiny. I win battles, dules and Devine battle plans that never fail. I am queen Sky-heart, high queen and over all feared and respected ruler. This is the story of how I became how I am today.
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