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It's Complicated
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Ongoing, First published Jan 13, 2015
What would you do if a new boy at school stalked you for weeks, and when you confront them, he claims to be the Prince of Purgatory and that you're destined to rule by his side? Well, the answer is obvious. You slap the kid, and run. Well, that's what Alexandria Winters does. 
Alexandria is a blunt girl, not afraid to be who she is. She hates being told what to do, and isn't easily swayed. 
Axyl has been watching Alexandria from Purgatory for years, and has been dying to make the Oracle's prophecy come true. Of ruling Purgatory with the most steady hand and bring it out of the dark age it's been in for nearly six hundred years.
But Alexandria has no desire to go, and abandon all she knows. 
It's a battle of Prince and Pauper, who will have the upper hand?
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