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Eiran always thought he had everything he ever wished for. Valerian never wished for anything but him. And Saelior... he didn't even know if there was something he should wish for—maybe love. Life felt perfect. Eiran had come out long ago, the man he loved returned his feelings, and his mother's love was unwavering. He never asked for more. But everything shattered when Valerian got engaged—to his cousin. She was beautiful, sweet, and everything his family could wish for. Everything Eiran was never meant to be. So he left, escaping a place filled with bittersweet memories. In a new city, among unfamiliar faces, he felt hollow—until he met Saelior. Stunning, seemingly perfect, and quietly broken, Saelior carried a pain Eiran recognized all too well. They shared too much in common, yet some wounds ran too deep for words. Could friendship heal them... or would it only deepen the ache of hearts that were never meant to be together? _____________________________________________________________________________ My feet got tired before it was late, I knew you were mine but we never met. And now that we met on stars, We fell together—but this time, hard.
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ARKSTORM

"Was he a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?" For a century, the continent of Laurasia has been a sepulchre of ash. What was once a tranquil expanse of kingdoms and emerald forests is now a Demonic Hell, usurped by the Demon Legion. Skeletons and carcasses are the only harvest in lands where humanity once thrived. Now, the few remaining bastions of mankind flicker like dying embers against an encroaching, eldritch night. In the heart of this chaos, within the high walls of the Capital, lies the Sanctus Sanctum—the supreme echelon of Mageia and the iron fist of the Magis' Guild. Seraph was the Sanctum’s ghost. A lowly orphan whose family was slaughtered by the swarm, he lived as a frail Acomage, bullied to the brink of death by noble-born magis who used "Mageia duels" as a veil for cruelty. After a ruthless assault left him broken and coughing up poisoned blood in a desolate infirmary, the boundaries of the multiverse fractured. A mysterious soul from a dark dimension—ancient, cunning, and lethal—has merged with the dying youth. Two fates, forged into a single, unstoppable entity. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has awakened with eyes that see the hidden truths of the world—one Gold, one Azure. He possesses a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies the ancient laws of the Magis' Guild. Seraph is no longer the victim cowering in the shadows. He is the master of a power that even the Demon Legion will come to fear. From the blood-stained halls of the Sanctum to the frontlines of the Great War, he will not just survive. He will become the cataclysm that ends it. The butterfly has awakened from its dream. And it has brought the Storm. (⌐■_■)
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