Ace_zza

Medusa is a young lady who suffers from blemishes in her past and reincarnates into another body for vengeance against the kind that murdered her and her family.

 A body with two souls. One of vengeance and the other void of emotions; the master and the servant. Her mission leads her to the kingdom of Dragsholm, the beginning of an end, upon its castle shackled as a captive.

 She didn't only discover the secrecy buried within her past, her encounter with the demon became another nightmare, impossible to eschew.

 Is she the pushinent or the punisher? The cure or its poison? Would prophecy play its course or would it be damned?



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“Ethereal love,

a myth whispered by fools.”

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Shackles Of The Past

Chapter 69- Cold day and crisp night III 


 An animalistic wail, more like a siren’s moan escaped her throat, shattering the air in a raw guttural scream that seemed to rip from her very soul. 


 The sound was like nothing else- a wail of anguish, a howl of despair, a shriek of fury and defiance all mixed into one haunting earsplitting noise, that seemed to come from the very depths of her being. 


 He noticed how thick her skin was as he launched the sword somewhere around her body but not that deep enough to kill her. From the strain of her vocal cords unleashing the full fury of her pain and terror, he knew it was somewhat sufficient to leave her severely wounded. 


 The moving veins in her skin, prominently drawn a parallel between the ones slithering like snakes on her hands. He could swear those were scales at her forearm, and her breast wholly coated in them, concealing the nipples. 
