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Intro. They say that monsters are not born... they are manufactured. Some with bullets, others with lies, and a few, with love.
Adriel went all at once. A man who once believed in justice, until the world taught him that justice was nothing more than a weapon in dirty hands. Now, only the echoes remained: the metallic taste of blood, the cold of the chains, the name of a woman that still burned in his mind like a fire that could not be put out.
There, between the darkness and the pulsing red of a lamp, he understood the truth: There is no deeper pain than loving someone who could destroy you.
And on that thin line between redemption and revenge... Adriel decided that if he was to burn, she would be the last to see him do it.
"Echoes of Blood and Redemption"
@Athena
"Echoes of Blood and Redemption"
Replying...
Intro. They say that monsters are not born... they are manufactured. Some with bullets, others with lies, and a few, with love.
Adriel went all at once. A man who once believed in justice, until the world taught him that justice was nothing more than a weapon in dirty hands. Now, only the echoes remained: the metallic taste of blood, the cold of the chains, the name of a woman that still burned in his mind like a fire that could not be put out.
There, between the darkness and the pulsing red of a lamp, he understood the truth: There is no deeper pain than loving someone who could destroy you.
And on that thin line between redemption and revenge... Adriel decided that if he was to burn, she would be the last to see him do it.
"Echoes of Blood and Redemption"
@Athena
"Echoes of Blood and Redemption"