Façade De Pravda

Façade De Pravda

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Life is hell. Society is built on a foundation of unrealistic standards, the school system does the bare minimum to protect their students, and staff, crimes are being committed every second of every day, and nothing is done to save the remaining hope of humanity. Yet humans have to live in this so-called place known as "home," in order to spread the false idea of a great life and a fairytale like world. Fairytales are made for fools, and true love is nothing short of a fantasy. They tell stories of true love that conquer even the scariest of witches, and dangerous dragons. How if you choose to be true to be kind, and naive, a prince will sweep you off your feet, carry you to a castle, and live happily every after. And for a brief moment that story may have been believable as a child. Except for the fact that children grow up fast, and reality is the farthest thing away from a fairytale. Being kind doesn't make a huge difference for the way people treat you, someone with a high status in society, along money and power, is treated with envy, and hospitality. Whereas someone from a lower standing in society, is treated with animosity and acrimony. Life sucks, and whether we like it or not we have to find a way to survive and live through it. And being truthful has never been a good trait to survive in this world. People tend to feign to withhold what they don't have. In order to fit in along with the crowd who hope for the promise of a better tomorrow. So, every single day, mythical felicity is the lucidity. For those who have been thrown in this lascivious world of atrocity. Resentment is the root cause of dishonesty. Deception is the art of deceit. Counterfeit ambivalent with lies, and you shall see... A façade consequently pretentious, and bittersweet
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The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

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