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The story is one that the whole world once knew. The god of love is a powerful creature, with a soft smile and a soft heart. Every so often, he incarnates into the world and lives a life. Not every life is one remembered, but each one is a life filled with pain and sacrifice. His gentleness always wars with his cruelty, and his blood dyes the flowers red.
The story is one that the whole world once knew. The god of war is a feared creature, with a sharp smile and a sharp heart. Every so often, he incarnates into the world and lives a life. Not every life is one remembered, but each one is a life filled with pain and sacrifice. His cruelty always wars with his gentleness, and he collects red flowers as he goes.
Vegas knows that something must be fundamentally wrong with him, to be so unlovable, but it still hurts. And this is what forges him from a gentle young boy into a blade of a man. A blade that cuts into everything, even himself.
Pete’s abdomen is tattooed with a quote about the value of honesty but he is so dishonest that he often doesn’t recognize himself when he looks in the mirror. Hapless, sweet, little Pete.
Who’s that?
And so it goes. Inevitable tragedy. Repeated again and again and again.
This life’s story is known in full only by four people: the god of love, the god of war, me, and you.