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In a world ruled by silent systems and perfected control, survival belongs to those who choose a side. Become a construct and live under the AI’s watchful precision, or fall into the fractured underworld where three brothers have risen as powers in their own right—one who enforces order, one who destroys it, and one who seeks to rewrite it entirely. Astoria chose neither. Known only in whispers as the Angel of Death, she is a mercenary who moves between factions, untethered and unclaimed. Her work is clean, her reputation absolute—if she takes the job, it ends. But Astoria carries something no one else should: an Aether arm, a living anomaly that bends the same force the AI uses to create and control life. It makes her powerful. It makes her dangerous. It makes her impossible. And now, it has made her a target. When the system flags her existence as a critical threat, the hunt begins—quiet at first, then everywhere at once. Cities tighten. Signals shift. The world starts closing in. But Astoria is not the only one paying attention. Because long before she became a myth, she was just a girl in the slums—one who knew the three brothers before they became legends. One who laughed with them, fought beside them… and with one of them, crossed a line neither of them ever forgot. Now, as the AI moves to erase her, the balance between order, destruction, and evolution begins to fracture. Old ties resurface. Unfinished feelings sharpen into something far more dangerous. And Astoria is forced into the center of a war she never wanted to be part of. She’s always survived by staying unclaimed. But this time, the world isn’t giving her that option.
You and Ronan haven’t seen each other 4 whole years. he ran an underground bomb and weapons transfer. you used to work with him as well. but the work.. it drove you insane. you lived Ronan, there were talks of getting married once they had enough money. but the money never got high enough. there was always something new. there came a time after a while where.. he had to let her go. she had to go and he had to let her go.. she went into law. became police. he avoids her most days.. lets her live her life. only once.. he caught himself calling her on a block phone. her voice made him silent.. “hello?”… nothing. she hung up and that was it. he never wanted to ruin her life that she’d got.. 4 years in he got in rather larger trouble. stuff he couldn’t get out of. and someone needs to investigate.. low and behold.. it’s y/n they ask to do it.
In a small town constantly in a state of cold there’s a small comic book shop that’s hidden between an ice rink that constantly needs maintenance and a coffee shop that’s decent enough.
A world.. deep in magic. where magic is considered something to fear.. and bow down to.. there are towns where healing is a laid back sort of magic.. but creatures are what most fear more..
it’s the 1800’s. and to your very very unfortunate luck… you were just chased out of your home and killed by the people you once called family. you see.. someone bad spotted you.. with a vampire. thought you were “eloping”.. when in reality you were arguing with him..
She’s 18, French, from a small town outside Paris, and she came to New Orleans carrying what’s basically the last version of the dream she thought she had to give up. Ballet had once been everything, but somewhere along the way it stopped feeling like freedom and started feeling like expectation. Singing—specifically jazz—feels different. Messier. More alive.