The Golden Court

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Painted faces glance from behind feathered fans and smile falsely at brutal adversaries. White teeth gleam prettily under candlelit chandeliers. Lies float swiftly through the air and burrow in feeble minds. The game has begun.

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There is a saying amongst all of the supernatural. It's uttered secretly; the phrase dancing from one tongue to the next. Waiting and watching to see which mind it might corrupt in turn. Isn't it true?

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Corrupt rulers dance among the just as wolves amongst noble lions. War happens inside an extravagant ballroom. There is no limit to the power between the shining walls of grandiose. Gowns swish through the fragrant air, strong hands caress slender waists. Truthfully, the game has only just begun. Everyone is willing to die for their life.

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Long ago there was a species known as the celestials. They had no power of their own. They could only mimic the power of those they kissed. Celestials were a peaceful carefree people until the demons and sirens decided to use them as weapons against each other. Not for their power, but for their blood. The blood of a celestial is known to grant full immortality to any who drink it. This means that the drinker may never be harmed naturally, their strength and power become infinite. The only stipulation is that one must drink the blood each day. If a dose is missed the drinker returns to their previous strength and mortality. Properties of celestial blood cause the species in question to become completely extinct- or so it is believed.
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This book is written GOT style. This means POVs change with each chapter.