The Beauty Of Life

The Beauty Of Life

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Mary is the demon of death and decay,so every thing she touches dies... She is from the third realm of hell. The first is where humans that do small crimes against heaven go,but will one day leave to god. The second where human may never be forgiven... You may be thing, 'but Satan and God hate each other,right?' Well yes and no. God one day decided 'his children' aren't the most hole and must pay for there sins. So Satan made the 'first realm of hell' or 'gods hell' first. Then he made the second for God as well when 'his children' became unworthy of heaven. The fourth realm was for his lesser demons to live out there lives and just mess with the people of earth. Mary was one of those demon. She was blessed (not) to hold the Powers of death and decay.( all demons of hell are based off the bad. Angles of God based off the good thing of life.) Mary loved the thought of life in general so she was teased and bullied by all the other demons of hell.
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[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.

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