by FerroShambala
Once, in youth, there was a tale of a maiden with a large family, a heart full of love, and even a soul with ambition. It was a happy story, and one that has already ended. Tragically. Apocalyptically. There are no more happy stories to be told in the life of Eliza De Kratz. The inks of joy have run empty, and now only blood may be used to scribe the story of her vengeance.
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