Who are you? Who am I to you?

The apocalypse is the destruction and end of the world but for her, the world ended and start again every night.... until it didn't. until he did something she never thought she would find again how funny fate is to thous it claims to love

how do you trust a love that is both a gift and a threat? what if a woman was born from both a father whose last name was another word for violence and mothers love was crumbs she had to lick off a double-sided blade god help anyone who goes against her and hell laughs at those who fall in love with her.