A God, Complex

A God, Complex

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It had been a long time since I had last visited my home. There were many memories that came with it. And that is why I came here. To remember. It was a grave mistake, forgetting my past. It had caused more sorrow than imaginable. I had never truly felt sorrow before. I was different than the rest of them. They are remembered by the town as heroes, and forever will be. But I have faded out of the stories, by choice. For I am the one who makes sure their stories live on. It is time that I told you about them all, and perhaps you will learn something of me. Maybe you'll even learn something of yourself, who knows? But me, I am just a god. It's... a bit complex. Shall we?
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My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover

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