Origins
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Last published Fri, Dec 15, 2017
This is a more... mature story.
Granted my other story is rated mature but there isn't really much except just weapons and they are for slaying mobs.
Also I really just wanted to put some of my Oc's in there since I have been working on their personalities and couldn't wait to put them to action.
I WASN'T going to make this story but couldn't resist.
Anyway.
This story is about Avana. A half-demon.
Not evil yet still evil.
And ironically her life has been hell.
Until one day.
'Have you ever seen the same sight, heard the same things, yet it always seem so amazing?'
'No I would just get bored with it. Just like any other toy... what are you getting at sis?'
'I don't know it just weird that I hear it every morning now. I didn't use to before.'
'Puh-lease. As if that is amazing.'
'It is.'
'Is not.'
'I'm still going to disagree.'
'Do I look like I care?'
'...'
'...'
'Say it again.'
'...Hello.'
'...Still amazing.'
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