The Forsaken Ones

The Forsaken Ones

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"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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#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.

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