THE RED STAR (LIMBUS COMPANY X M!READER)
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Dernière publication jeu., avr. 16, 2026
A cursed man, blessed by God.
Joshua is that man. A humble, kind, and respectful man. Nobody knows who he is, where he came from and what he can do, but what they had said is that he was a close friend of someone who's never to be reckoned with.
Y/N is Joshua's friend and Joshua is Y/N's friend, perhaps brother-in-arms to be exact. Both were two different people, with very different perspective in this kill or be killed world.
But they unite as brothers due to one complexion. They were both born in the Red Sea.
Joshua lives his life as a missionary, introducing his religion to the people who's lost in the City. People had interesting ways to react on it. One is charging in for a kill, the other laughing and spitting on his face. Either way, they eventually face the truth and accepted it.
Y/N, however, is someone entirely different. He was a soldier for the Golden League. Instead of Faith and Love to the people of the City, he gave Death and 'Glory' to the people of Canaan.
Joshua tried to convince Y/N to turn away from it, he refused. They bickered on and on, till they fought.
For a week they struck with blades, blood and bullets until the Red Sea suddenly turned ablaze and as it cooled down. Joshua walked out of Canaan, living to tell the tale.
Although his skin was burnt, his burning Faith never fades.
But that is just a rumor. Nobody knows what happened back then.
Will Joshua holds and tells the tale to ease his mind or, will the City itself show the sins and tragedy he put upon his own people?
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