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The Divine Killer

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Exactly 100 years ago, there was no Crashpoint, no Divine, no happiness. Just fear, and a killer. A series of unknown deaths happened all over the world. After it wiped out almost half the population, a new group stood up, called The Divine. They offered happiness, safety, food, and healthcare, anything we could ask for, became accessible. They set up a station on each continent, and soon they took over the world. Now we all live in harmony and peace at Crashpoint, or so that's what people think. 

My name is Ashlyn Reinheart.
I'm a Divine.
My Job?
To train the new Oracle.
But what they don't know?
That I'm also a traitor.

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Started: 12/22/2022 (That's a lot of 2's lmao)
Ended:
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TW: Bloød, death, güns, stupid men, k!dnapping, abüse, r@pe

Some of these (e.g. güns) might be in every chapter. If you are not comfortable or are triggered by any of those mentioned above, please do not read or be very careful reading. Do not tell me that I didn't put a TW because I did. This may grow as I write but those are the main elements. 
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