Wax Wings and a God Complex

Wax Wings and a God Complex

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"Bring him back." "He wont remember you if I do." ~ "My mother told me about the Sun God once. She said that humans took something away from him. As a result, he became insane with rage and vengeful wrath. He ignited all of the hibernating volcanos to smoke out those responsible. Rumor has it, that the world didnt see a hint of sunlight for such a long time a huge ice age coated the earth. I dont believe it though, I want to think he is beautiful and painfully passionate. Whatever was taken away from him, must have meant the world to him." Bakugo stayed silent at the painful memories, watched as the red head looked at the sun with such admiration, and pleaded for Kirishima's memories to return. Or in which Icarus flies too close to the sun, to return to the home he has been longing for. After waking up and with little memories to go off of Kirishima needs to remember who he is, and why he is so drawn to an explosive male. ***completed*** (Initially a oneshot, but might be a mini story) ***STORY FROM MY A03 ACCOUNT****
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The spawn of the Black Dread have come. They wish to plunder this land of its resources. They lust for wealth, yet nothing will satisfy them. They greedily consume more and more to fill their bottomless gullets, yet it will never be enough. I swore, by the glory of the Sapphire Star, that I would protect this planet at all costs. I destroyed the greatest cities the world has and will ever see to protect this world. Seconds? Unnoticeable. Hours? Pft. Weeks? Mere heartbeats. Years? Meaningless. Decades? Trifles. Centuries? A speck of dust in the wind. Millenia? Ripples in the shallowest of puddles. Eons. That is the unit by which I measure time. When the world was just able to support life, I was there. When the first man opened his eyes, brought to life by the breath of the Sapphire Star, I was already old. When brick was laid on brick, I was ancient. I have leveled mountains with a flick of my tail. I have brought the most powerful civilization to ever exist to its knees. I have flown to edge of the sky and looked straight into the fiery golden eye of the blazing sun. Even the sun and moon bow to me. And now you six petty little businessmen think you can strike me down? Can a speck of dust hope to defeat a great inferno? Does a twig boast of being able to put out a firestorm? Would a mouse challenge a lion? You are but dust in the wind to me. You are less than the faintest shadow. Yet you force yourselves on my notice. Very well then. Let's see how much you swagger when I give you but the slightest taste of my power. (Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this book, only the story itself.)

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