The Immortals

The Immortals

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"Time is not able to be seen, but it is the most fragile thing in the universe," The house of Darlington has been sitting upon its hill for decades, centuries even. And it has housed the same residents for the last 500 years. Cornelius Darlington resides within the walls of the empty estate with his family, all of which never age. His proper father remains in his 50 year old state while his mother's soul is contained in her 30s. And his grandparents, uncle, aunt, and cousin, it's all the same. They are to forever remain on the earth. Perhaps nothing would of changed, the routines of the family that they have kept for hundreds of years, if not for the peculiar people that arrived on their doorstep. *Vampires? Nope, there is a more reasonable, sciency sort of reason ^^*
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Ever since she could remember, the experiments had been part of her life. As a child, they were harmless-just puzzles and strange potions given to her by the woman she called Mother. Back then, she believed it was all a game, a way to make her smarter, stronger. But as she grew, the tests changed. They became invasive. Painful. Each experiment carved new scars into her skin and left her mind tangled in unanswered questions. The woman she once trusted had become a stranger, her warmth replaced by cold calculation. And then the voices started. A shadow lurked within her, whispering, clawing at the edges of her sanity. She wasn't alone in her own body-something else had been forced inside her. Something ancient. Something hungry. Now, she's free... but for how long? With the past chasing her and the monster inside threatening to take control, she's left with one question: Was she ever meant to survive, or was she only meant to become something else?

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