Blue Violets_The Feocoda_Avaritia's Life as a Messenger of Greed_LEAVING IRELAND
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Blue Violets
***Not exactly a trigger warning but there’s some talk of religion if you don’t like that.***“Stars will blossom in the darkness, violets bloom beneath the snow.”It was dark and lonely behind the gates of hell. A youngish man with a maniacal grin stood behind an old wooden table stretched along a dreary path, smoke coming to and fro from behind the table until it floated back into the air, more gaseous soot returning from below. This man was Charon, the ferryman of the underworld. The closest thing the Greeks had to a grim reaper, though they were still very different. Charon was no figure of ...
The Feocoda
It was a day that I would never forget. The sun was shining but not in the way we preferred. Instead of embracing the meadow in a warm hug, it weighed down on us with oppressively thick humidity. I squinted my eyes and saw the silhouette of Connor in the distance. I offered a small wave.“Trashy day to play ball, eh?” He yelled from the other side of the field.“Yeah” I responded with a laugh. He pulled out a dirty ball from under his thin t-shirt.“I snatched this from a kid in Town Square earlier today. Don’t tell your pops, he already has it out for me.”“Connowww.onedoor.ccr, I told you to stop stealing fro...
Avaritia's Life as a Messenger of Greed
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same.The place of her first death, and the start of her second life.You sure like reminiscing, the voice in her head mused.Humans are sentimental beings, she replied silently, gazing out upon the glassy river surface.She had drowned herself to death as Park Seohee, and had awakened as Mammon’s apostle with the given name of Avaritia. It really had been a drastic change. Now, she was the closest thing to a demon a human could get.An embodiment of greed. A messenger.Even in your human life you had been inco...
LEAVING IRELAND
My dearest love, Niamh The first thing I want to say to you my love is how much I miss you. I miss your smile. I miss seeing your beautiful green eyes but most of all I miss talking to you. Writing to you is not the same. New York has been good to me. I got a job working in a restaurant. It's not much but I love it. I made new friends. I told them all about you. They can't wait to meet you. I'm writing this letter to you from my favorite spot overlooking the water. This spot helps me think about a lot of things, mostly about you. I love New York but I love you more. I still want you to come to...