Intoxicate [❌]

Intoxicate [❌]

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[Intoxicate is discontinued as of now. I will rewrite it in the future.] "Trust can be toxic. You, of all people, should know that." -x- "The condition I have isn't some normal disease or defect. I don't know what it is. I just... woke up one day, and I was like this. I can recall a few things from beforehand. Playing in the woods, my parents watching from the side. The explosion, the explosion that, surprisingly, didn't destroy my eardrums. Screams, screams of pain. From me, my parents. And then... nothing. One thing I do know: my eyes weren't glowing green beforehand. That's a new thing. I mean, kind of cool, not gonna lie, but also a bit inconvenient when I'm trying to not be seen in the dark. And I could sleep. It felt good to sleep, to rest. To not vomit acid blood every five minutes when I'm trying to stay still. To not always feel this endless fatigue that I know will never go away. I miss those days. But I can never go back." - Anatox -x- !DISCLAIMER! This story may contain or depict themes unsuitable for some audiences, such as drug usage/abuse, heavy blood/gore, smoking, SH, su*cidal thoughts, and hallucinations/insanity, among others. Reader discretion is advised.
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Nocturne

"They call this the city of masks. Everyone smiles. Everyone bleeds. Some just hide it better." I wasn't born to be a killer. I was born to wear ribbons, say yes, and sit pretty at someone else's table. But life has a way of sharpening people. They took everything from me. So I found a place where having nothing was normal. Where the shadows had names, and blood bought silence. Now I belong to Nocturne. We kill for coin, for closure, or for reasons we don't speak aloud. Isolde says we're not monsters - just necessary evils. Lucien says nothing at all. He just cleans the blade. And I? I wear red. Because if I'm going to spill blood, it might as well match the dress. They say I'm still new. That my hands tremble before I pull the trigger. But they don't see the fire behind my eyes - The kind only revenge can light. This city taught me how to dance. Now it's going to learn how I kill.

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