Plague Prosaic
Simple things, doesn't have to be right, doesn't have to be wrong, it just have to be. A 'kind-of' a journal about everything ordinary inside a mind so chaotic. All Rights Reserved©Lazidoura 2021…
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To All The You's In The World
To all the versions of you.All Rights Reserved©Lazidoura, 2020…
Charlie's Dolls
Charlie Clerion rules the underworld for decades. He's the peace between families, the shield of monsters this world has condemned. He built an empire no one will ever know how to destroy for as long as he lives. But if hell's ruler has vanished, what will happen to the devils? To the different kinds of monster he raised? Chaos, the absence of order - He knew that would happen, he knew that at some point, even if he doesn't pass down his power, someone will eventually try to strip it off from him. Charlie Clerion knows he doesn't need a back up plan, he never needed one. It's all part of his plan, it's all at the back of his head. He created an empire? He also knows how to take it down. If monsters are bulletproof, shooting them would make no difference. What Charlie Clerion had created would make monsters strip off of their lifeline. A self destruction to his own kind - and if not, a masterpiece. All Rights Reserved.©Lazidoura 2020 (Revised 2022)…
