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Revenant, The Age of Ash & Rebirth

World Synopsis: The Age of Ash and Rebirth Over a thousand years ago, the world as humanity knew it came to an end. The Cataclysm—an apocalyptic event of unknown origin—fractured the Earth, reshaping continents and awakening forces long thought to be myths. From the depths of the broken world, monstrous creatures, ancient demons, and eldritch beings emerged, threatening to wipe out what remained of civilization. Faced with extinction, humanity was forced to adapt. Some say it was evolution; others believe it was divine intervention or a cosmic curse. Regardless, humans began to manifest extraordinary abilities, wielding fire, lightning, ice, and even stranger forces. These individuals, called Revenants, became the last line of defense against the chaos, using their powers to push back the horrors that had overrun their lands. The Revenants were not born; they were chosen by the very forces that had shattered the world, and their abilities often came at great personal cost. Some gained extraordinary strength or elemental powers, while others were cursed with uncontrollable and dangerous abilities. But all were bound by the same fate: survival in a world that demanded sacrifice. Battles raged for centuries, and through blood, sweat, and sheer will, humanity survived. The Revenants, once revered as saviors, became legends, both feared and admired. Over time, civilization rebuilt itself, no longer the same as before. The shattered lands became sprawling city-continents, massive territories that now serve as hubs of power. Each city is governed not only by political leaders but also by those who wield supernatural abilities, some enforcing order while others pursue their own ambitions. The New Age: Order and Chaos With the monsters and demons driven into the uncharted lands, the world entered an uneasy peace. However, power breeds conflict. Not all who wield abilities fight for justice—some use their strength for personal gain, domination, or revenge. Warring factions, mercenary groups, and crime syndicates emerged, each vying for control in the shadows of civilization. Among these groups, the Revenants are both feared and revered—some see them as protectors, others as agents of chaos. At the heart of this fragile balance, groups like the Beasts of Prey roam the world, operating outside the law, caught between the forces of order and chaos. Some see them as outlaws, others as necessary evils. But in this world, survival depends not just on strength—but on the choices one makes. As the Revenants grow in power, rumors spread of an ancient force stirring beneath the surface. The Cycle of Ash—the world’s endless cycle of destruction and rebirth—may not yet be over. Those who possess the rarest and most dangerous abilities, like Dax, are beginning to experience strange visions, leading them to question whether the Revenants' powers are truly their gift or a curse that binds them to the world's fate.
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Pregnant by the Mafia boss

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix
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