Dying To Love
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Last published Tue, Dec 30, 2025
War is rising between the monsters of the overworld and the underworld. Caught in the center are Pinky and Jack. They were once the life of every party, bright spirits who turned strangers into friends. But betrayal curdled their joy, twisting them into something terrible.
Jack hides his loneliness behind manic cruelty and a grin far too sharp. Pinky masks her terror of abandonment with cold calculation and the delusions that keep her sane. Together, they are meant to be weapons.
But when she chooses Jack as her tool, the impossible happens. Affection blooms where violence was meant to grow. Loyalty forms where betrayal once lived. And love - fragile, forbidden, catastrophic - threatens to unravel the monstrous roles they were forced to play.
As the realms march toward war, Pinky and Jack must decide whether to break the cycle that made them or embrace the darkness that calls them home. Their bond could save the world... or crown them as gods far worse than the ones who came before.
Features many different "canon" characters.
Chapters are released without a schedule, but it's worked on daily.
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