Description
Many believe death is the end, that after your last breath you just stop. Many believe there is nothing beyond the life we share now. Many are wrong. there is a place and I know it all to well. I went there and I endured it for 50 years before the ruler of that place noticed I was different from the other poor souls whoms screams echoed through the eternal and vast wasteland of Hell. I am Ivy Lyre and this is my story of how I went from a little nobody to the ruler of my own little land. (Just a warning, this story will contain abuse, trama, and other triggers so to those who are sensitive to such things I do not suggest reading it.) (This story is my own creation and any similarities between already existing people or characters is pure coincidence.) (Any and all art credit to OG owners and creators.) (This story does contain mature themes and is therefore 18+)
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