The Violent Son

The Violent Son

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, ene 14, 2019
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*Told from the perspective of a close side character, with her own thing going on* Dain is a god. But he isn't any god; he is the son of Carmen, the goddess of black magic; he is as old as the dirt of Ireland; he is father and lover to few, but killer of many. He is the God of Violence. But he is starting to fade, and a war is coming.
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I'm Tara, and this is my story. I'm a Fire-Demon. I possess the rarest power in our demon world. Yes it's fire. I know you humans think that demons use fire for everything. Even for bathing. But it's just misinformation. Having fire power as a demon is like having green eyes as a human. And I'm also the princess of the ninth demon world. It's the smallest one. Smaller than India. And it's not a globe like your earth. It's a slightly curved triangle. A flat, black, curvy, triangle. But the throne isn't mine. Because I have an older sister, Emily. It's fine. I don't deserve to be a queen anyway. Too much work. You can't even kick dogs. You just have to act boring all the time. They use a different word, 'Mature'. I used to thrive on laziness. And crimes. Illegal meant pleasure. What could be more fun than rolling around burning grass, trees and villages? Annoying my favorite trader by misusing his potions? (His potions never work properly anyway.) Or hiding babies under their beds just to see how the mother reacts? Well, I found the answer one night. When I met him in his dream. It's teasing, hugging, throwing, threatening, abusing this weak and adorable human. His name is Nayan, my perfect toy and more.

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