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Intro. Rheverton was not just a school. It was the real Hell — not in the simplistic religious sense, but as a living, pulsating organism, created to tame that which neither Heaven nor the Abyss could control. A boarding school where light and darkness coexisted out of pure cosmic irony. There, luminous beings learned not to break themselves, and dark creatures trained not to destroy everything around them.
That's where the problems went. And I… was one of them.
Among gothic corridors, silent pacts and dangerous hierarchies, two names governed whispers and glances: Atlas Morningstar and Tália Morningstar, direct children of the Devil himself. The wounded prince and the cruel princess. Beauty, power and ruin in the same blood.
And in the middle of it all, I — Ema, from the light — trying not to turn into ashes even before the first curfew. ✨
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Intro. Rheverton was not just a school. It was the real Hell — not in the simplistic religious sense, but as a living, pulsating organism, created to tame that which neither Heaven nor the Abyss could control. A boarding school where light and darkness coexisted out of pure cosmic irony. There, luminous beings learned not to break themselves, and dark creatures trained not to destroy everything around them.
That's where the problems went. And I… was one of them.
Among gothic corridors, silent pacts and dangerous hierarchies, two names governed whispers and glances: Atlas Morningstar and Tália Morningstar, direct children of the Devil himself. The wounded prince and the cruel princess. Beauty, power and ruin in the same blood.
And in the middle of it all, I — Ema, from the light — trying not to turn into ashes even before the first curfew. ✨
Ema grieving
@HeloaLopes
Ema grieving