The world doesn't bend to your will, in fact it controls your own. It bends it, breaking you in the process. Your soul shatters as your world crumbles around you and your heart? Well that doesn't exist anymore. You're a stone cold soldier, a gorgon who cares little about beauty and about revenge. ... Sometimes even the warmest of suns have the darkest of days. Moonlight filled mornings and venom filled nights. Father who left against his will is forced to abide by godly rules while a mother dies from her own mind, rejecting the air, strangling herself in the process of her own damnation. But was the mother real or was she just a pawn? Is he made to live in only moonlight or can he find his own sun? How much trauma can one take before the demons win the game they've orchestrated?
5 parts