Demons accompany every human being. Whether it's that shadow in the corner of your eye that always vanishes or the weight of depression, they are there. However, none claim as powerful as the nine disciples of hell known as Depression, Illness, Greif, Abuse, Rape, Anger, Love, Loniness and Anxiety. After all positions were astablished, the power was too much for the demon realm and they were forever separated. They went undercover, investigating different realms, but one kept his name out there. Furor, the disciple of Anxiety. He kept to taking souls not knowing that most of the others had vanished due to the Nightmare Girl. She had turned more than half the Disciples into power hungry demons because of the emptiness of her soul. It was more divine than their ruler. Through out Nightmare Girl's life, all of them had tainted her soul, apart from Anxiety. Slowly they became hungry for it and desired it more than any other, destroying themselves in the procsess. After 8,000 years of struggling to survive, one would get bored, as Furor did. This was when Nightmare girl was at her most powerful. He seeked her soul. Being one of the only ones left, he was determined to claim it. On his journey to get his paws on her soul, he comes across details he was not saposed to discover, the reason why he was the last left, why the others were destroyed, and why there is only 9.
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There's a prophecy - a prophecy holding the fate of two worlds. On the edge of Lilah's field, at the twelfth hour of the fall of twelve, the three kings will unite, a daisy will be lost, or the worlds will be gone.
The Oracle tells me that I am bound to the prophecy. That I cannot alter or change it. That I'm destined to be greater than what I am, but I already knew that. I've known that since the age of five.
Now, can you guess who needs to die?
Death doesn't bother me. I will let the world burn if it means achieving my goals - because with every lick of the whip; he tore my flesh raw, as his laughter rang through the mansion, and my screams disturbed the heavens.
No one cared to help, no one listened - definitely not the Gods. So why should I?
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Eldora. A world woven together by magic. Cloaked in darkness and chaos, sin, and deceit. Where no one is innocent; where both hands - and teeth - drip with the blood of others.
And there is her.
A lone wolf, watching the world tear itself apart. Watching the chaos, the death, the destruction as she fights a far greater war, within her.
What's right and wrong? What's considered good and evil? Where does she stand in this enteral mystery, we call a universe?
Coated in darkness and pain, she questions the meaning of life and death, and her purpose in this world of infinite possibilities.
She finds only one answer: REVENGE.
WARNING - Contains abuse, suicidal thoughts, intense trauma, and erotic scenes. Please do not read if this is heavily triggering for you!