"No name to remember, no past to regret. It wasn't always like this, was it?" He woke with a dream in his mind, a monster so dark the starless sky seemed to shine. Something he had? Perhaps something to be? A slip of memory that made a saint fell to his knee. He was an outcast, but was it always like this? Perhaps, perhaps he was. But is it true that no man deserve redemption? Is it true that a cure for the madness is just an assumption? For these men knew nothing of mercy, just death and repetition. Is it true, that a monster deserve no such redemption, for their broken heart and wrongful action? Perhaps they don't, for their anger had grown, far beyond that of a forsaken one. Writer's note : This story is something I'm working hard on in my spare time, please enjoy, my greatest pleasure would be to present this and receive a reply from you readers :) Oh and this story has a pretty slow pacing, hope you can still enjoy it. (the update is kinda all over the place)
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