heda | clexa

Clarke Griffin and her crew are the first to find land west, across the Big Sea.

What she doesn't expect to find is another civilization, with a religion so different to her own and a society that makes her skin shiver. In that society, Lexa is a monster. When her skin tears open, she bleeds black, and what else could that be but sinful?

Not everything is always truthful, though. Sometimes monsters are just humans other humans are afraid of.

And sometimes, monsters set everything aflame. Sometimes, when you cage them in too much, they tear everything apart.

How much damage could a group of delinquents and a few social outcasts possibly do?

(The world will burn in their wake until they will forge a new one. And their hearts will too, but perhaps that's a sweeter kind of damage.)

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also on ao3, same title and username :)