Born on a sinister night, when the humans raised their desolate cries, the gods of paradise sent me on a mission, but alas the devil was a better negotiator. My soul was traded for a bag of silver coins and a mind twisted by the political governing, the courting and sweet poison of hell. Here I stand, asking forgiveness from the mortals for my sins as no gods above will even grant me paradise or forgiveness!
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Stories by Dani C Lekhok
- 2 Published Stories
A collection of short stories.
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We, yes we, the human race can be so unsatisfied, Never happy with what we had or have, Only wanting what we...
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