Dishonoured Asylum

Dishonoured Asylum

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., juil. 21, 2023
Humans are but simply pawns in the world of Archdaemon Luca. In his twisted games of fate, he plays until it becomes mundane and discards them like the filth they are. He's all but lost every bit of his sanity and there's no telling what he'll do once he gets his hands on a new set of toys. And when they bite back? He finds solace in their distraught cries for mercy. Well, you know what they say, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Just wait till daddy hears what he's been up to. You should be worried Luca, you've really got your hands full with this troublesome human...and daddy dearest is closer than you think.
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Tick-tock. Time is up. You can run, but... I wouldn't know the truth if it ran me over on a dark road and stopped long enough to introduce itself. I'm a chameleon and my days of flying under Rixton Biochemical Corp's radar has come to end. Battles fought in secret have now become public and war has been declared. Falling in love wasn't even a blip on my survival radar. From the moment I literally fell into him, it was lust at first sight and our connection was undeniable. Too bad I'm the threat he is sworn to hunt down and he's the danger I crave. ...you will be hunted... Self-delusion: the master of all lies spun; the spider that guards deceptions web. When my past comes back to haunt me, my perfectly crafted island of deceptive truths and earth-shattering lies descends into chaos. I am supposed to be the good guy. The one who hunted down the bad guys. I live in a world where the line that separates the "good" guys from the "bad" guys is just a blurry optical illusion that tricks the mind into believing whatever it wants to be true. Not everything (or everyone) is what (or who) it (they) seem. ...and the truth always finds its prey.

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