Blood-Lines

Blood-Lines

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My eyes grew wide as his pupils tightened, "You don't think -?" "That my demon blood got into your blood stream and dominated all of your mortal blood, making you, by blood, a demon?" Only minutes after I, Abigail Spark, became witness to a paranormal crime scene, my existence has been terrifying. The beast might as well've stolen everything I thought I knew, scrunched it up and thrown it in the pits of Tartarus, because I was bound to end up there eventually. One doesn't expect to go to church and get killed, but there you go. I am living proof that things like this can happen. I had always found a passion for spiritual beings, and had longed to see one, more than I had longed to see my own parents. I didn't ask to be one. But Drake took the liberty of making that a horrid reality for me.
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He smirks. "Whatever this is between us, you're addicted just as bad as I am, or you wouldn't have saved my life multiple times. I thought leaving you behind would sort my head out but it didn't, you're everywhere, it's frustrating to be perfectly honest." "There is absolutely nothing between us, you've clearly lost your mind." "Then stop talking. Leave. I won't come looking for you. We'll part ways here." -♧ ♢ ♡ ♤- When I find myself in a dystopian, deserted Tokyo, there are only two things I intend on doing; finding my best friend and killing whoever sent me here. I didn't want to be confined to a cult-like group the Beach, and I certainly wasn't planning on the Yakuza being out for my blood. To make matters even worse, I'm forced to see Chishiya nearly every day, I don't know how much more I can handle until I break. I will burn this entire world down, along with its game masters, if it means returning safely home with my friends. (A hate to love slow burn with a vigilante serial killer FMC, and Chishiya being Chishiya.) This work will contain triggering content throughout. Regular updates. My writing playlist for this fic https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLNfHkWw7-pHCXJX1VznoNvpoZFrrfrMr4&si=8PQ2zFe3Tzt_tTc9

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