The Rise of Solomon

The Rise of Solomon

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Apr 2, 2019
NOTICE |«| This is a story that is still in its infancy! It'll take a LONG time for it to deserve the "Novel" status!! |«| This entire thing can be lightly summarized as "A storms a coming and no one knows if it's even worth fighting for." This is a barely fleshed out story about how Satan isn't just one demonic entity but rather seven immortal individuals who are just trying to keep Hell in order. [[Mann Bennecotta is my starting character]] {{ He's also a bitch baby. Why? I dunno man, I don't make the rules here. }}
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Let's get one thing straight here, I'm not a hero (I totally am, but I hear that these days being modest is in fashion or something, so I don't know man). I never planned on being a hero. It kind of just happened. Clark's the bigshot. The fame, the girls, the attention. Me? I'm just his loser younger brother. Another rich Trackerson kid, but that quiet one with no personality. I'm kidding. I'm funny. I promise. I have to be. The name's Liam. The apocalypse wasn't easy on anyone, but it was harder on some. We made it okay. My family lives in a mansion, and we basically run this town. I come from a line of famous zombie-hunters. Not me, though. I kind of suck. I was never supposed to get bitten. I'm running out of time. I'm turning, and it's happening fast. People are rising up, feuds are breaking out, the world is ending all over again; and it's all up to me to stop it. Or something. Crazy, right? Anyway, I've got to go. I guess the good part is, if they find out my secret-if they kill me-at least not many people are going to miss me. I just hope they get my name right. L-I-A-M. It's not hard. Please, for the love of humanity, remember my name. Whatever they call me after all this, remember my name.

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