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Self-Slaughter
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Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2019
A corpse hanging with a tight noose around its neck. 


A letter bearing despondent but implausible poems and a blue rose. 


The notorious, mysterious and unknown serial killer behind the sobriquet 'Ladyblue' is known for such atrocious doings to her kill. As dark and serene as the night, she works silently in slaughtering her targets leaving no trace but corpses that could have been mistaken as to have committed suicide with letters and blue roses. Not even the big bounty on her head could man up people in their cowardice to face her ruthless eyes containing bloodlust nor could it induce the people who are after her to reinforce their security and put her in shackles. None could have discovered her identity without failing to see the sunlight the next day. She's a mad woman behind the blue hue of cloak she's been hiding in. But behind those blue almost soulless eyes lay her broken pieces with a strong resolve to be crazed after the sweet taste of vengeance. 


Lumena Mc Owelles, an aspirant to her dreams of becoming an author with her lover, Yohanne Zylan, happened to leave their birthplace in Bluerose Village--away from her fellow townspeople labelling her as a mad woman--and decided to settle in the city to chase her dreams with ease. All have been well but not long after she found her fate to stumble and hook up with the mysterious lady in blue. One day she just found herself at the mercy of the ruthless lady in blue or if the latter even have any mercy left to spare. Even her precious Yohanne could barely save her. 


This is a story of unimaginable sorrows teaching us that even villains have their broken side. This is a story rendering the importance of self love. Fate may bind us together but it is really us who create and rewrite it. It will be us who will pave the way to our destinies. In the end, it is up to our choices. 


Let the story of SELF-SLAUGHTER commence.
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