A Monster's Masquerade (HIATUS)
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"When the seven deadly sins take on seven deadly powers and become seven not-so-deadly creatures, bad things are bound to occur."
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The seven deadly sins routinely take over one human as a host. This human would go on to absorb small amounts of the beasts powers, becoming what is commonly known today as a 'True Mask.'
These True Masks are usually helpful; shaping civilizations and becoming influential figures through the quiet influence of the Sins - but the bad thing is that no one knows why they're doing this.
Many speculate, yet only the unlucky few would be able to answer truthfully.
Beasts. Monsters with their own agenda, playing chess with the world and using humans as their pawns.
Every move is calculated, and as the monsters twisted game against eachother rules on, its only a matter of time before humanity catches on. The question is, will it be too late when they figure it out?
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Double-zero eight is a sheltered yet intelligent girl, who only knows the crossed fences of the compound she was born in.
Mouse is a street rat has survived on the roads for as long as he could remember, knowing the cruelty and pain of the world.
When they're chosen as the newest hosts of two of the Sins, chaos breaks out. Mind games ensue. One thing is for sure.
It's either them, or the monsters that rule them.
And they aren't giving in without a fight.
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