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This is ABSOLUTELY my OC's backstory. You can perceive her in your own way but the reader has her name.... Y/N feels corny.... ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ Idiot girl, look at you. You tremble against the enclosure of a shed you have been hiding in for three days, no food or water. Maybe if you haven't played with those boys, maybe if your father visioned you as his daughter and not another person in the house. Forced into religion, you were. You hated the idea of Mother Miranda, of the Black God. Yet now, you've believed more than you ever had. Ever since you have seen a hand adorned in golden talons descend down to your shriveled body, a look into a life, a chance. You blink, you rise from your bed. Reality, what got you here. Fuck, that crow woman has been invading your dreams every day, she had gotten a hold on you. Your body covered in dark silver armor, a red rag slung across your body, a sword strapped to your waist. Yes, this is what you were born to be. You are Eugen Emilian, the woman who protects death, the Knight of Dimitrescu. ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ TW FOR: - BLOOD, GORE, RELIGIOUS TRAUMA, SMUT, CHILD ABUSE, SA MENTION, ANGST
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