Lacrimosa
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He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion overall. -Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of Red Death
Hi! This story is inspired mainly by Kuroshitsuji (awesome show!!!) and some paranormal books, hidden objects games and horror movies.
Hope you'll enjoy my story since it's my first attempt writing one.
P.S.
I'm still working on the title.
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[BOOK 1/1] •DISCONTINUED• **I wrote this when I was like 14 it's so bad** (Note that this book will use the head cannon name Adrian Crevan and Grell is referred to as a trans woman because she is one and it's not that hard to not be transphobic) "So you're dead?" "But... I'm not?" The cloaked man leaned back in his chair and giggled. "Interesting..." he said. "I don't understand this... but yeah, I'll be ok. Thanks for worrying..." -- The story of a girl, you who had been killed, drowned to be exact. You wake up from what was meant to be an eternal slumber, in a creepy funeral parlour, where you find the most mysterious man, but he seemed to capture your interest. Just as you did his. [UN EDITED]
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