What is hell?
Hell is oneself.
Hell is alone, the other figures in it.
Merely projections.
-T. S. ELIOT.
When it comes to scheming assassins, blood and royal abominations, no city does it better than the great cities of Easby and Neconair.
Hidden under the cloak of midnight, dark as it belonged to Nyx herself, are the Reapers. They put the word decadent to shame. Beautiful and idyllic as they are, the cinnabar color of blood still remains on their hands.
Looking for the guilty Reapers are the Regime of Neconair. Hoping to bring the killer of their leader to justice, they realize the Reapers may be culpable. They send Nolan Ashworth, the one of their best, one of their most ruthless and unremitting to find the most feared murderers. They are the children of angels and daemons, control is just an illusion. Chaos is anything but.
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2017. Emma.
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