Madness Journey
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  • Reads 252
  • Votes 22
  • Parts 23
  • Time 6h 27m
Ongoing, First published Jun 24, 2021
Mature
We all know Greek gods and goddesses and we have a mental imagine of them, a world with its own twist where they live on our rules. I've done this too. 
Have you ever applied the common cliche of sadness behind a smile to Dionysus? The god of wine and ecstasy has to be the happiest of them. Maybe he's not. Plus he's the god of madness and, honestly, what do we know about madness? Shall we take a look on the god's life? 
This is Dionysus' journey as a god, but not only that: there's a world around him, a world that wants something from him. Where is madness going to take him? A world has gone mad and now it reclaims his lord. 

"Sometimes madness is the only way to stay sane."


WARNING: mention of violence, blood, sex, alcohol and drugs
Do not read if you are sensitive. This is a fiction work, so it's not the reality and doesn't want to push anybody doing anything, it just a story to read and not encouragement at doing whatever it's written in it.
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