Devouring the Sun
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Last published Tue, Jul 14, 2020
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Devouring the Sun
Ikasvel was a democracy for hundreds of years, but soon overpowering monarchs and oligarchy governments took over Europe. The people rebelled burning buildings, polluting the air and destroying themselves in hope the government would give them their voice back. To the people's dismay the officials stood by and watched as they destroyed themselves and made a world almost impossible to live in. A world so terrible that the people have turned to a mass market of cannibalism under to eyes of Victor Strethengel.
Fenrir was born into this world with such high pollution that he was one of the unlucky few to be born with a genetic skin mutation, leaving him grey like the color of Ikasvel's filthy sky. He never had the opportunity to grow up normal for his mother was tricked into giving herself away to the human market and Fenrir was left to grow up in the harsh care of a man who treated him as a dog.
Fenrir who was finally free made an attempt to start his life again, but the world has turned a blind eye to him as they continue on in their selfish ways of destroying eachother. Fenrir tries everything to move forward but he too must fight the urges to fall into the earth's wicked ways.
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He walks forward, pressing the blade into his throat. His skin is taunt against the serrated edge, and blood beads around it until it drips down his neck in a crimson trail. My eyes widened, wanting it. He is looking at me with those dangerous, glinting green eyes, daring me. "Kill me, then. If you feel nothing, you can kill me. Then you can leave.The choice is up to you. It always has been," He whispers. His words leave me as cold as the blade at his throat. My heart is subjected to this stabbing pain, like I'd turned the knife on myself, and I would rather it be like that. "But if you don't," he whispers," you are mine and all mine. We will rule the dawn of a new age, we will complete our bond, and you will forget about her. Make your choice." I can hear my heart beat in my ears, and I swallow agaisnt the rush. These are my options. Kill him, or agree to be his. I make my own choice. I can not take my freedom away. I can not be the mate he wants, but I can not kill him. With a deep breath, I turn the knife on myself. Aurora, a girl with only one name and abandoned at birth in a war torn land, finds herself lost in a sea of witches, drowning in everything she can never have. Or so she thinks, the night a divine interference rips her from her home leads to a butterfly effect of deadly, chaotic spirals. Something dwells in the unknown shadows of Aurora's soul, something lurking just behind the screen of consciousness, something passed down through the generations as greater beings try to avoid the annihilation of our world. Is she just another part of the fall out, another victim to an unending tragedy between two cosmic beings? There's only one thing that can help her, and it stands before her in the form of a green eyed werewolf mercilessly killing the witches she's grown up loving. She thinks he can protect her, but what will she do when he needs protection...from her? #12 in destruction #11 in strife
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