C U R S E D  L O V E

C U R S E D L O V E

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You're a human but why did i fall inlove with you? I was supposed to hate them, kill them. But why did i stop killing human beings when i met you. It's like a curse given to me... but after spending my time with you, we commited sins and i found out that you're supposed to kill demons but we didn't and we only reunite with each other.. the god's of Humans and the god's of demons punished us and it lead me to the deepest darkness. 2,000 years straight i was hurting deep inside, this kind of punishment we recieved is so heavy that it is more better for me to die than live this kind of life. I don't want to repeat the same scene that happened 500 years ago before i met you..i-,i don't know anymore! " I feel like it is a blessing yet it's a cursed, to feel and fall deeply. We recieved the blessing for meeting each other and we also recieved a curse of..." "I wanted to lift that cursed! And in order to do that i have to.. surpass the god's of humans and the god's of demon and get their amulet and i will do it without fail.. no matter what!"
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The world is dying. Heaven and Hell have broken and collapsed, creating a post-apocalyptic landscape that is part purgatory, part platonic world of ideas, blighted by the horrors of the human mind. The sun lies dormant in the east, atop God's tower, while the west is plunged into darkness and haunted by all that lives there. There is no day and night cycle, nothing grows, nothing dies, nothing changes, unless magic is involved. Angels hunt creatures for their blood, to feed it to God so he can finish gestating. Demons kill and destroy aimlessly, their origins inexplicable and unknown. Stranger beings wander the ruins of what's left of the world. Humans need not eat or sleep, caught in a state between life and death. They cannot die or be born naturally, but they can be killed and they can be made. The few that survived with their sanity somewhat intact have locked themselves into warded cities, but their protections are feeble and often ineffective. The Order that united them is long gone, broken into factions known only by the sins for which they have fallen. The Houses that protected them are crumbling, falling into ruin as their members were culled down by angels and demons, as well as their own mad quest to save the world; the Pilgrimage, a vain attempt to steal into Eden and murder God himself. Soon, only the Scions will remain. Those that were left not due to merit, but because they were the last choice for being heroes. Those whose memories and minds are as damaged and eaten through as their world. Those who agreed to take on the mysterious Archons within their bodies and, through that contract, had ancient relics and rituals passed down to them. They converge onto a long forgotten neutral ground, trying to save themselves. A heroic journey through a nightmarish wonderland. A pilgrimage to God's tower, to make the world whole again. To cleanse the world of the horrors infecting it. To kill the God who will doom them all with his birth.

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