SiKoRa

SiKoRa

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⚠️SiKoRa is a fictional story created to explore the world without God, the things discussed and the events that play out can be not only mature but also offensive, but in no way is the story trying to encourage a certain act or make fun of an event. I repeat: if you are offended/disgusted by these certain events/actions then I advise you to not read.⚠️ _Viewer's discretion is advised._ "The Book Of Uriel" Before the beginning, there was nothing. Before Heaven, before Hell, before time itself-there was only silence. Then came the first light, the first rebellion, and the first fall. Now, in a universe where angels, demons, and ancient powers clash, Gabriel, the trickster of Heaven, is forced to reckon with his own fractured existence. As the celestial balance teeters on the edge, secrets long buried are unearthed, and the true cost of power is revealed. Betrayal runs deep, and redemption is nothing but a fleeting illusion. What happens when the foundation of existence begins to crumble? In a world of endless wars, shifting alliances, and forgotten gods, the question remains: Can anything truly be saved, or is everything doomed to turn to ash?
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SiKoRa

  • Season 1
    84 parts
  • SiKoRa: [The Book Of Ed]
    Season 2
    5 parts
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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