Eternal Clock
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They say the Eternal Clock was only a myth, the humans says that. But, for the Inmortui it was a real deal.
Inmortui either scared or instead looking for the clock. There's two Inmortui, looking for it. They search everywhere, and when they finally got it in their hand, they don't know the dangerous that comes with being its haver.
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Tw: Swearing, Violent stuff, Blood.
Updated when i can♥︎
(Bad grammar, i'm so sorry)
Made: November, 23th 2033.
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