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Call Me Luxe


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"Before the beginning, after the great war between heaven and hell, God created the Earth and gave dominion over it to the crafty ape he called man… and to each generation was born a Creature of Light and a Creature of Darkness… and great armies clashed by night in the ancient war between good and evil. There was magic then. Nobility. And unimaginable cruelty. And so it was until the day that a false sun exploded over Trinity, and man forever traded away wonder for reason."

Luxe had imagined heaven as a child. Most mortals did at one point in their lifetime. Heaven was the easiest way to think of death. To accept the inevitable. If your parents took you to church as a child, you went to Sunday School. They would speak of death as a sacrafice for God. To the world's true creator. It was a gift to die. To be closer to God. To eternally bask within his shadow and serve him as you did on Earth. It had been our duties as mortals. Demons and vampires had denied such loyalties and lived life as their own true Lord.

As Lennox, she knew death could always be around the corner. She'd live life to the fullest or so she had thought. So many things left undone and unsaid. To not fear death was what they had looked for. Someone foolish enough to know no better. Loyalty to a fault. Not everything had panned out as planned.
God had abandoned her. Lennox was left on her own when those final hours ticked down. When she was faced with the Devil is when she knew it was up to her and that she had been lost to him. The deal was made. Luxe had surfaced once again. What had she agreed to? And what would be the end result? Had she actually asked the Dark One to bring her back to constantly walk? Not yet comfortable in someone else's skin, it seemed almost torturous to leave the comfort of her own room.

It was as if the skin she lived within was alive but not for long. Soon she'd start to smell as the corpse began to decompose. The search for a new body was up to her. He had given her a small gift of a fresh corpse but the rest was up to her. Her hand drifted up over her neck, rubbing slowly as the weight of her reality was setting in. She'd have to sit near the graveyard in hopes of finding something but then there was a problem of having to avoid everyone until then.

How would she get out of here?
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