Blood Crown

Blood Crown

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She stared at the flower like it was the first time she had seen a flower. It's petals vibrant and full of life, much like she had been all those years ago. "You are damaged inside." The witch said, that was true. She was damaged inside and out. Her skin was littered with scars, some of them so small only she knew they were there, but still they marred her skin all the same. As did the damage inside of her. "You are damaged, but you are the only hope we have left." Hope was the most deadly thing one could possess. Hope was the most painful killer. "I know." So she would fight for a world that was not hers, for the people that were not hers, but she would do it for the innocent, the broken and damned. She would fight for the people who had done this to her.
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𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐘𝐍 wears pain like a second skin. It's all she's ever known, etched into her bones, buried beneath forced smiles and hollow laughter. Once passionate, once burning bright, now nothing but ash and ruin. She pretends well, but behind the sharp tongue and unbothered eyes lies a girl screaming to be seen, yet terrified someone actually might. 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍 was born into a world already at war with him. Pain wasn't just a chapter in his life, it was the whole book. Raised in shadows, fed by poison, his lungs filled with smoke and silence. He never asked for love. He never believed he deserved it. Drugs kept the demons quiet. Cigarettes kept his hands busy. Until her. The only good card he's ever been dealt, fragile, feral, and just as broken as him. Together, Liora and Ares are destruction wrapped in desire. A love not meant to be touched, yet impossible to resist. It's messy. Chaotic. Addictive. It's the kind of love that leaves scars, and still, they keep reaching for each other, again and again. What happens when two shattered souls try to build something whole out of ruin?

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