A Broken Prophecy

A Broken Prophecy

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Dave or Cupio, is a 31 year old prophet. He is what is called 'Corrupt Cupid' and unlike what you'd think, he's actually really nice. He is also albino. He will be addressed as Cupio throughout most of this. He cannot fall in love, the prophecy states that. But the prophecy breaks. He hasn't fallen in love before he met Color at the least. Color is also 31 years old, she is a hero of sorts, she is an amputee because of it and all her limbs are mechanical prosthetics. She is the other prophet of this prophecy. Supposedly, she would have to kill Red, she doesn't want to. This is a love story of Red and Color and how they fell in love, etc. the after math of the prophecy is supposed to be tragic but instead something else happens. Note: You should not try to use my characters to help you with mythological or trauma studies, for they are not relevant and I do not know what it's like to have prosthetics. Please do research on professional sites and not my stories. The prophecy in this story is untrue as well so don't expect to find it. If you enjoy this story, leave a vote and maybe even follow!
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Aila Seymour, my life and my death. Touching her gives me life but she stares at me with her eyes brimming with tears. Her look of innocence will be the reason of my perish. She holds the gun to my head, the arrow to my heart. "I shall continue being your wife." I gasp at her answer, not expecting her decision. Aila takes my hand and put it on top of her chest, "Take it. Take my heart. I do not care if you have lovers. I will turn a blind eye to all your mistress. I will endure the heartbreaks and the painful words. I will be with you." She held my gaze and whispered, "I love you, Caelon. I want to be with you, always." I pulled away and whispered in a small voice, "You will die." "I do not care." "You'll cease to exist. Like you have never existed in this life and the next." "It doesn't matter." "You will be nothing." Aila tugged at my hand and snuggled her head upon my chest, "As long as I am with you, Caelon Rouen, as long as I am with you." * We have faced death. We have been separated by fate.Love opposes our match. It is all in vain. I will die on her hands and she will mourn me. We are not supposed to meet but fate brings us together just to separate us, again. I am walking away from the path only to lead myself closer to it. And yet, there is a way to end the cycle. She has to hate me back as much as I hate her. She must stop loving me. This is the reason why I married a cupid so I can break her enough to make her despise me. Will her hate be enough for her heart to stop loving me?

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