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Ongoing, First published Apr 06, 2016
There is two things that are worse then death itself . The most common one is slowly tortured to death. The other one is being marked by the vision. The vision isn't a witch coven or a ritual or a race. The vision is an undefined phenomenon that has scientists searching the definition for over 1000 years. The vision is defined differently in every race and religion. Some says it's a curse , some say it's a great gift and some say it's a form of God. 

The vision is a 20 million year old mystery. Scientists only found it a thousand year ago as it happens very suddenly. The vision comes in very different forms and every person it chooses is marked by it. People who are chosen by it , goes missing a year or 2 later. Every human being are afraid of it even the supernatural world. According to the supernatural world , they were the spirit of the first supernaturalist. They created them and whoever gets marked by them is given the chance to save the world. So far they didn't find the the perfect one until they met Phoenix Lockwood.
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