Euphoria..?

Euphoria..?

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Long ago there were four nations: Demons, Fairies, Supers, and Humans. They lived together in peace and prosperity. Each nation had a territory suited to their liking; humans had a very large territory, stretching miles and miles of land. Humans had a lack in supernatural abilities and were labeled as the 'inferior nation'. Humans were known to take anything they thought worthy of their possession. They simply didn't like the fact that they were inferior and didn't have supernatural abilities. Due to that, they wheedled the superior nations into a trap; leading them to their supposed 'downfall'. The chaos and destruction of the nations rumbled the Earth in malice and anger. Lots of beings from each nation died, most belonged to humans. After 'The Thunderous War' supernatural nations did their best to hide their presence and abilities. They knew that hiding was a better chance at fitting in and not causing a war again. And so they did, for 100,000 years. Where are they now? - - - Esme Daughtler, 4,000 years old, next in line to the throne of the Super nation. Ronin Ford, 26 year old professional pianist. How do these opposites meet? . . . THESE ARE MY IDEAS SO DO NOT COPY THEM.. The laws for demons, supernatural beings, fairies are kinda different here... Anywayss enjoy :) P.S. This story has swearing, violence, etc.
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"In a world ruled by power and tyranny, peace is a distant dream. You were once a child, innocent and new to life, yet someone ignited the flames of destruction, suffocating your breath and stealing away the purity of your air. All that remained were fleeting drops of water and the faintest hope that the fires would one day cease. Perhaps you were gifted, your powers beyond what was ever expected, but power isn't just strength-it's a threat. Years passed, and you grew to despise everyone and everything. In rage and vengeance, you found a twisted kind of salvation. Amidst the chaos, you found home with someone you've picked up while desperately trying to escape the chains of fate. And though agony shaped my path, I never wavered from my purpose. Through hell and blood, I built my name and wealth, offering others a chance for redemption, for lives once broken like my own. Now, after all this time, I've prepared to fulfill the final task of my life. Many will weep, blood will stain the earth, but certainly, they will pay for stealing my childhood. - Anastas

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