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Summary:
"Pity, you could've left him dead. And we'd have two birds with one stone." At that moment, I was sure. Even if all else is a cause of a fundamental teaching. Only he- this beast of carnage alone is not innocent.
There is rot devouring his soul. A screeching, trouncing cataclysm decaying everything it touches in desperation to drag everyone down. The coming of a fallen world in the betraying volatility this scourge awakened in us.
And if I ever lose sight of my hatred. I knew. This man alone. In the way he speaks. In the way he murders. In the way he ruins. Is enough to revive my blade- the only neck I am meant to cut in this whole world.
Historical fiction, (empire names, military ranks and weapons deviates from reality, several other alterations made, fictional animals, etc.)
Warning : graphic violence, suicidal idealization, eating disorder. Rough words. Disturbing thoughts. War. Not for the weak hearted.
The life of Adriel Fowler had all been honey and peach blossom, despite the mysterious identity of her parents. However, one day, her quaint village got invaded by the neighboring Driston empire.
The drops of nectar on her hands, got replaced by the red of sin. The dove in her chest, suffocated by threads of destiny attached by her subjugator.
Trampling on everything she ever loved, her corruptor swore to mold her into his lethal mongrel. Whilst, Adriel defiantly works to end the tyranny of his wickedness at the risk of her life.
In a predacious game that overcomes the boundaries of love and hate, who will come out victorious?