Scars of the Innocent

Scars of the Innocent

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"If the all powerful God controls Satan, he is an accomplice. If he does not, he is not an all powerful God." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche In a world ruled by sodomy and sin, to be the opposite of saintly should surely be a blessing. But, for the son of Satan, it is anything but that. This is his story. A story of a broken, tortured boy who yearns for affection, and will cast aside all selfishness to find it. A story of a grieving, wrathful father who seeks to satisfy his thirst for blood, and will slaughter however many it takes. A story of an Angel, come to save the boy from his wretched destiny, only to spill the deciding drop of blood. This is a story of the scars; the scars of the innocent.
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[BOOK 1] Not Edited - For the edited version see my bio Aquilam and Ignis, two clans fighting each other for more than a thousand years now. A place where everyone had a pair of wings. We were all hybrids, but with two different kinds of wings. You could have either have bird wings or the one of a dragon. For me, my wings were everything. They were my life, my freedom, and my pride. But after my father's betrayed the King, all our family was also treated as traitors. Our punishment? HELL Every day, as soon as I woke up in the morning until I went to sleep at night, the shadow of my father betrayal always haunted me. He made our lives pitiful. One day, I had enough, so I ran. I ran hating my dad for what he did to us, to ME. A hybrid like me had no chance of surviving in the wild. Not after THAT. This was now my life, trying to survive and resist this incredible and exquisite smell so close yet so far.

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