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Daydreams
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Ongoing, First published Sep 12, 2019
The Goddess of Death was always considered somber Goddess. Even for the standards upheld by those who were birthed by the King rather the Queen. 
When she was given a God to mentor, she was surprised to see it wasn't one of the King's Decent, but of her Queen's. Someone who was light where she was dark; cheerful where she was dreary. 
And slowly, she found herself growing fond of her protegee as she guided his bubbly self through his tasks.
But this isn't the story of her. This is the tale of him, Daydream, the God of Dreams.
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In the Absence of Light

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I laugh at you pitiful humans who scurry about this Earth with out a purpose seeking only life, but finding only death. I welcome death. I know what is coming, and the Goddess of Darkness will welcome me into her kingdom when I die. For now, I serve her purpose. I fight wars in her name, and serve as her avatar when needed. When she first came to me, she burned the love out of my heart. Now I find only humor in silly human affections. Love. It's such a short and despicable word. Maybe I could just enjoy fighting until I died, if it wasn't for the city. My city. My own corrupted city that cast me out for saving one of the city's own. The city I spit upon for its treatment of the gods and goddesses chosen people. I swear that one day, I will come back. Something must be done, and maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of the Absence of Light might choose me as her instrument of salvation, or destruction.