Warrior
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In a universe where concepts such as "Death", "War", "Pestilence", "Famine" and "Time" have assumed physical forms, each with their own ideals and views of the perfect world, they battle for the right to rule human kind in their image, and after one side loses the war, he makes the decision to pass on the mantle to the next generation for another shot at victory.
The story follows the next generation and their struggles when they find themselves amidst a war set in motion long before they opened their eyes to the world, will they find the resolve to carry the burden left by their creator? Or will they crumble beneath the sheer weight of it all?
This book follows a few characters of this generation, between heaven hell and earth, mainly one in particular.
Warnings for graphic violence and language and possibly triggering subjects, basically a bunch, but if you make it into the story, I hope you enjoy!
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