The Arson to my Aristocracy
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  • Reads 2,985
  • Votes 54
  • Parts 43
  • Time 8h 33m
Ongoing, First published Sep 02
Mature
4 new parts
In a broken world, there were two kinds of people: the living and the surviving. Though they seem alike, their differences are profound-only one bears the burden of true suffering. Julian, an aristocrat, and Jack, a commoner who barely survived the Vergo Ulthime, embody this divide. Their dynamic is enticing, with Julian and his heavy guilt, pitying Jack for what he's endured, while Jack harbors deep resentment, fueled by the trauma inflicted upon him by the one and only Julian. How can the two get along? How would they find solace in each other? Would the world still see them as forbidden, if it became dead?
"The apocalypse was not an excuse for you to keep on living." - Ezcebus

Additional Notes:
ATMA was a series that was introduced, and expanded on periodically somewhere else. I'm trying to make this an intricate story, which could be hard for me to complete, but from what other people said about this series, I think it has good potential :]
That being said, motivation is not my biggest strength, so I might end up abandoning this project and moving onto another one, who knows.

Cover art by Hemuchang on X/Twitter
Character Art also by Hemuchang
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