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Mutilation
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Ongoing, First published May 30, 2021
Every tale, about ghosts, demons, vampires and even pixies have been twisted, distorted into unimaginable nightmares.

Our world is contaminated by these horrifying, eldritch abominations, twisted by fantasy and magic. Everyday, another unfortunate soul gets infected by the parasites that bring about these monsters, without the majority of the populace knowing.

And Ciarán has been living his entire life as one of these disguised abnormalities, unknowing to the twisted creature that he could permanently become, given access to a corrupting temptation.

Mortally injured by a twisted mass of tendrils and gore known as a demon, and stuck as a Revenant in armor, he bears witness to the incomprehensible monsters that he must hunt.



Starting around chapter 6, the story is written differently, in a better style to the ones that I had done a couple of years ago. Starting with chapter 8 is where I picked this story back up.
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Submission

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Highest ranking #1 as on 4th July 2017 "Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt, do we?" **** Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One? What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all? In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? Life is never easy, and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose, but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave? Triggers are present.