Among The Stars

Among The Stars

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Echo Anderson is a normal girl until she meets them, the bringers of the end. The fourhorsemen. They murder and kill without a second thought, and Why shouldn't they? After all this is their purpose. To bring the world endless suffering. Until they meet small scared Echo, then the whole universe seems to tilt. Here is a girl who can make even the strongest man fall to his knees. And she has no intention of backing down. In fact the only thing she wants is to see each and every one of them fall down off their thrones when they learn what it feels like to lose something. Like what their doing to the rest of the world. What she doesn't know is that she might be the only thing they grow to care for. This is a reverse harem. There is language. What did you expect? It's the end of the world.
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Humans... always trying to speedrun their downfall. They tore the world apart, then acted shocked when there was nothing left. The apocalypse came and went. No glory in it. Just ash, blood, and fools dying confused. Then they rebuilt it. Because they never learn. Now the world stands again, but, you know... it's real dodgy. Yeah. It's dark. Rotten from the inside. Evil... everywhere. Real dick for brains, motherfuckers running around doing heinous things. Real bottom-tier pieces of human shit. Not hidden either. It walks openly, smiling. But even rot knows fear, and there's a dude that scares the absolute fuck out of every last one of those sadistic bastards. Abram Karasu. The Garroter, the Aether Reaper... whatever the fuck. He doesn't waste words. Doesn't threaten. Doesn't need to. If he comes for you, the sentence was decided long before you heard footsteps. Don't even bother begging either... it just irritates him. The guilty know him for the way he kills. Slow when it needs to be slow. Painful when pain is deserved. Accurate. Unmoved. Brutal. He tears evil apart piece by piece, making sure nothing crawls back afterward. No loose ends. No second chances. When retribution moves through him, doors don't matter. Walls don't matter. Prayers don't matter. Still... he isn't devoid of emotion. God, no. Don't get that twisted. Under all that carnage and maniacal euphoria, there's a normal guy who's just trying to live his fucking life. He's a rare kind of person. Hard to find. The innocent see it. A hand offered. Protection given without a word. He's no hero. Heroes care about being seen. Karasu is just a guy with insane power that chose to use it to do remarkable shit. People say his methods are... Unorthodox. Yeah, that's the word. But evil loves rules when rules protect it. Karasu doesn't have one fuck left to give. And if Abram Karasu is hunting you... you definitely fucking earned it.

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