
never a angel or demon
is there a reason that when you need help of any kind it is not there when you need it.
Darkness
Light
They are opponents
Fire
Water
They are enemy's
What if they worked together instead of fight? That was what a young colt thought the night before his life was distroyed. His home, family, friends and worst of all, his will of life and happiness was killed in front of his eyes. No angels came to save them and no demons came to punish the murderers. But he received a "gift", immortality and power over light and dark. What is the use of power when it just keeps you a harm to others that you care for? but is there a way to care again?
the first chapter will have all of the things that inspired me so if you want to get some actual story, skip the first chapter
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2 Chapters:
- (skip this chapter for story) 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC114
- The day of the curse 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC635