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Devil all the time...

There wasn't much light or happiness in Knockemstiff. If you were born there, you died there, never leaving for anywhere greener. Sometimes there were a lucky few who managed to leave and never return. There were a few who thrived in the shit hole that was Knockemstiff. And there were a few who just didn't give a shit, and just lived to die.

Then there was you. You were orphaned at the age of four after your mother killed your father and then herself, leaving you in the care of your grandparents. And when you had the chance to get out of Knockemstiff to go to University, you chose to stay put and look after your sick grandmother before she died a year after, leaving just you and your grandpa. You weren't bitter, or angry, you didn't feel trapped. You were fine just as you were, but you thrived for more at the same time. You were kind...

You were one of the few people Sheriff Bodecker liked, and for some God forsaken reason, you liked him.All Rights Reserved

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$// "DXDS HOPE"\\ M! Reader! X High School DXD! 18+ cover$

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// "DXDS HOPE"\\ M! Reader! X High School DXD! 18+

Plucked from the industrial era, you are transported to the twenty first century. Oddly enough you have no memory of your past and unsure of the future. Then theirs your sanity, it feels as though you've been robbed of most of it. Yet the remnants of what was there, is all you can feel. Waking up in a small field, the area being unfamiliar. You have what you can remember are two entities in your head. One named Voice and the other called Angel. You can't help but to trust these two as your mind keeps slipping. Furthermore, your right arm is covered in bandages. Also you feel so much power within yourself. Was this from the Voice or the Angel? Instincts also feel sharp and ready to tackle most obstacles in your wake. The night you awoke in that field not realizing that you'd be enrolled in a highschool. Meeting certain people and joining a club. Your name however? Y/N Wayne.