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Beyond Forever
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Ongoing, First published Jan 24, 2025
Makaria and Thanatos are once more fighting to save the world from evil, only this time they know who it is and what they want. 

Death comes naturally for Makaria, her powers growing as she learns to control them and help people die a painless death. With Thanatos beside her, she learns that not all souls are good, and not all people have the best of intentions in mind. 

Thanatos can't help but fall deeper in love with his goddess. She's the sunlight when his world is dark, but someone is trying to take her away from him. A god of colossal power, and one who will not stop until they get what they want. 

Will this be the end of their love story? Or will Thanatos and Makaria fight to be together?
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