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Alone
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Ongoing, First published Aug 02, 2018
Bloodshed and cruelty. It was all he knew. Cursed to spend his life a dog to the Chapel, Darron is one of many men dragged into their army of immortal assassins. Stripped of their old life and given code names, these men spend eternity protecting the order of mankind. They are the gatekeepers and are the only line of defense against the ghouls that go bump in the night. 
 Thousands of years spent protecting the human race he despised molded him into a shadow. His presence never truly noticed by the world, yet he's never left. Though the universe has dealt him blow after blow, Darron stands. Fiercely protective of the fragile humans he claims to hate, Darron fights against the evils of the world. 
He knows he must endure this war alone, but when the clumsy but courageous Anneth drops into his lap, he realizes solitude isn't what he wants anymore. 
And maybe those fragile little humans aren't so bad after all.
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