In the soul of every person, there is something that tethers them to the Earth. An anchor, in one way to speak, it binds them to their humanity, to who they were and all they could ever be. There only has ever been a few sporadic occurances in which a human soul refuses to latch onto another and whilst these people may love with all their soul and have hearts of pure unadulterated gold, there will always remain that untamable darkness within their tainted selves that nothing can refute. A darkness, which's only purpose is to consume. Nora Fitzgerald is one of those cases, and unfortunately, the stories people like her never turn out particularly well. [ AU story — post age of ultron]
3 parts