Innocent City
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
614
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblence to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental.
Prologue
Prologue:
Innocent City. The capital of our sick little country and home to every broken and depraved soul. So named because it is where innocence dies. There is no law here, and no light. I don’t know how I ended up here. Not anymore.
I don’t like to think back, to remember what I had or who I was. Those memories pierce my black heart like searing knives. They are faded now, and distant, but still a part of me. Pain and weakness are the only things I get from them and neither is welcome in this reality.
In this world I am cold, merciless; a robot that only knows how to do what it’s told. My eyes reflect only death to those that gaze into them. Emotion is a luxury.
My name? I have none. It was lost, washed away by the tide that is now my life. Oh, they do have a name for me, but I do not call it my own and I shall not claim it.
There is only moniker you need concern yourself with. Reaper. My title and my profession. The silent disease that kills without a trace. The devil in the guise of man. I am the swift hand of judgment for any who cross my master.
He is Lord Adrien, master of the Order who used to rule this entire city. Now they are the Lords of the North. The Dissent conquered the southern city before I came. Now the two rivals sit in an uneasy truce, quietly corrupting each other. They struggle pointlessly, searching for weaknesses and trying to steal power.
“Lord” Dante is the one responsible for their rise, the one who leads them. I’ve never seen his face. Adrien does not want him to know who I am. The Reaper is his ace in the hole. The only assassin that could ever best me is him. That is why I must not be seen. My master ensures that. Few know me for who I am and none who do would ever speak of it for fear of a visit from death.
I’ve heard he arrived mere years before I did. He rose quickly through the ranks of the Order unlike the others who stumble in. He once held the position I do now. His loyalty was unquestioned until the day he revealed himself as the “rebel” leader. No one knows why he chose to oppose the Order nor why he didn’t just kill Adrien when he’d had his trust and ample opportunity.
Maybe he wished for the entertainment an enemy brings or maybe he saw then what I do now. The kindness and mercy that runs side by side with the icy ruthlessness. It’s not obvious to most people, but I’ve seen it. Maybe I’m the only one besides her who has. Claudia, she is the closest thing to a friend he has. Fiercely loyal, she is his gentle hand. Through her he delivers acts of kindness. Mysterious envelops of money delivered to orphanages, food at the feet of the hungry, jobs for the unemployed. She is his light in the city, while I am his darkness. Another anonymous servant, to protect her as well as Adrien’s reputation. They call her Angel. She is one of the few that cross The Wall.
The Wall. It is what divides us from them. A neutral street that runs the length of the city. No one lives there, few cross it. It is deserted except for the few meetings held there between Adrien and Dante. It was where they made their truce.
Odd it seems for rivals to do such a thing and yet it was necessary. A war would have destroyed this city. A ruin is no place for a man to rule.
I wish it were a ruin. I am trapped here. My life is meaningless. There is nothing but decay. I am alone. Others seek solace with each other, some even have families, live honest lives. They find love, even here but I cannot. Loneliness is my plague. I try to chase it away with occasional nights of passion with some random woman but in the end I feel even emptier.
Death, sex, and loneliness. This is what I am.
I was innocent once.
END PROLOGUE.
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So... Anybody interested?
Also, I'm so sorry to anybody reading Awakening or The 13th floor. I'll update,I promise.
Love to all my readers.
Innocent City. The capital of our sick little country and home to every broken and depraved soul. So named because it is where innocence dies. There is no law here, and no light. I don’t know how I ended up here. Not anymore.
I don’t like to think back, to remember what I had or who I was. Those memories pierce my black heart like searing knives. They are faded now, and distant, but still a part of me. Pain and weakness are the only things I get from them and neither is welcome in this reality.
In this world I am cold, merciless; a robot that only knows how to do what it’s told. My eyes reflect only death to those that gaze into them. Emotion is a luxury.
My name? I have none. It was lost, washed away by the tide that is now my life. Oh, they do have a name for me, but I do not call it my own and I shall not claim it.
There is only moniker you need concern yourself with. Reaper. My title and my profession. The silent disease that kills without a trace. The devil in the guise of man. I am the swift hand of judgment for any who cross my master.
He is Lord Adrien, master of the Order who used to rule this entire city. Now they are the Lords of the North. The Dissent conquered the southern city before I came. Now the two rivals sit in an uneasy truce, quietly corrupting each other. They struggle pointlessly, searching for weaknesses and trying to steal power.
“Lord” Dante is the one responsible for their rise, the one who leads them. I’ve never seen his face. Adrien does not want him to know who I am. The Reaper is his ace in the hole. The only assassin that could ever best me is him. That is why I must not be seen. My master ensures that. Few know me for who I am and none who do would ever speak of it for fear of a visit from death.
I’ve heard he arrived mere years before I did. He rose quickly through the ranks of the Order unlike the others who stumble in. He once held the position I do now. His loyalty was unquestioned until the day he revealed himself as the “rebel” leader. No one knows why he chose to oppose the Order nor why he didn’t just kill Adrien when he’d had his trust and ample opportunity.
Maybe he wished for the entertainment an enemy brings or maybe he saw then what I do now. The kindness and mercy that runs side by side with the icy ruthlessness. It’s not obvious to most people, but I’ve seen it. Maybe I’m the only one besides her who has. Claudia, she is the closest thing to a friend he has. Fiercely loyal, she is his gentle hand. Through her he delivers acts of kindness. Mysterious envelops of money delivered to orphanages, food at the feet of the hungry, jobs for the unemployed. She is his light in the city, while I am his darkness. Another anonymous servant, to protect her as well as Adrien’s reputation. They call her Angel. She is one of the few that cross The Wall.
The Wall. It is what divides us from them. A neutral street that runs the length of the city. No one lives there, few cross it. It is deserted except for the few meetings held there between Adrien and Dante. It was where they made their truce.
Odd it seems for rivals to do such a thing and yet it was necessary. A war would have destroyed this city. A ruin is no place for a man to rule.
I wish it were a ruin. I am trapped here. My life is meaningless. There is nothing but decay. I am alone. Others seek solace with each other, some even have families, live honest lives. They find love, even here but I cannot. Loneliness is my plague. I try to chase it away with occasional nights of passion with some random woman but in the end I feel even emptier.
Death, sex, and loneliness. This is what I am.
I was innocent once.
END PROLOGUE.
So... Anybody interested?
Also, I'm so sorry to anybody reading Awakening or The 13th floor. I'll update,I promise.
Love to all my readers.