Beasts and Those Who Hunt Them

In a world where witches demons and criminals run amuck, nothing is as big of an issue as overpopulation.

It was when the sky turned dark with smoke and the crops shriveled in the fields that finally the government decided to do something- but how? Life is a treasured thing for the residents of Deithira, it is the source of springs and the pure raw energy that constitutes magic.

Nobody would be willing to stop the creation of it... unless there were to be another way.

The Cruel Game is thus created- an entertainment that rivals gladiators, daredevils and any magic show. Society becomes divided; villain, hero, and watcher.

Though the public eye marks them as traitors, the Villains are much more than criminals and rapists. They are children punished for stealing food, men and women who strayed too far from their homes, innocents who were blamed for a deed not their own... and with the title, comes the sentence of death.

There is one fundamental rule that every Villain must follow; you may kill heroes if you so desire, but if a hero hunts you, you must ultimately submit to their hand. If a villain is lucky, they can entertain the world enough to snatch maybe a few twenty years, but, always, they will die.

Until... it all changes. The death that started it all, a headline flashing on printed paper. And the revolution begins.

|| Warning! This story contains mentions of past abuse, mental illnesses, psychopathy, and subject matter select audiences may find triggering.

|| while I approach it in a fantastical and lighthearted way, the content may upset some audiences, even if in the smallest degree.

|| recommended 15+

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This is my first story. ^o^
I will NEVER be doing the paid story thing; I want this to be purely enjoyable for my audience! I myself adore a good book, so if you like my writing, don't worry about having to save up cash just to enjoy a good fantasy.

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