Finally finished something I’m very proud of! It’s a tiny bit repetitive and a bit loud, but oh well.
Also, do people even read the story?
- Yes, I do
- Nope, too busy
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“The first Curse”
Prometheus, looking defeated and tired, created another curse. Arthur was right beside him, smiling with glee.
Prometheus knew he was defeated, there was no denying it. He had to make these curses for Arthur with a sword to his throat.
“This would be a lot easier to do if I was alone,” he said
“You know very much why I can’t let you go” replied Arthur
As Prometheus created another curse, he wished that Arthur would die. Right here, right now.
He wouldn’t forsee that his own creation almost destroyed the world…
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