Forever Plagued

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I opened my eyes, suddenly aware of the strange abyss awaiting me. I was dead. My failure to decide my fate in my previous life had landed me in Purgatory. Now, I had all of eternity to wrestle with my demons. 

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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

Insane- A villain that can change (villain Deku/Dadzawa [BNHA] by hi_imtired

(I do not own the cover picture or MHA/BNHA or most the characters in this story, I just own the plot and writing) (This story includes triggers, self harm, suicide and symptoms of psychosis) After my idol shut down the only thing I've lived for, I didn't see much of a point in living anymore. I wondered, why a quirkless bastard like me made it this far. But while I watched the blood trickle down my wrist, I thought, it isn't my fault I was born quirkless. Why should I be the one to suffer? And I decided, if I can't be a hero, I'll be a villain. I'll be a villain that can defeat people with a powerless fist. I'll defeat the people who doubted me. A story full of all his ups and downs, the hero he meets that changes his perspective on perusing the role of a villain, and helps him get through his mental illness.

Within this life you meet many people, see many faces, hear many names. Not many mean much in the end. I'm the one you always see last. The one who hides in plain sight I'm the one who creates your future but lives trapped by the past. The one who sees no light I am Death. Although this is my story it's focused on my heritage and those that I meet along my way. This is my journey to the next stage of my immortal plain because your destiny doesn't stop when you die, sometimes that's when it begins.

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I am dead inside but I just ignore it all, until something happens. I met someone and now I need to fight with my inner demons... and discover myself.

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There is no where to go. There is no one else but me. As I realize my fate, the haunting silence consumes me. Drifting through this watery grave lay memories seen through mirrors. This is where I shall swim through, searching for peace and remembering the worries of life. How could I escape this torture? Is there no way out? Or would I have to stay in this vast ocean for eternity?

The experiment.

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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