Chance Delaruse and The False God
In an advanced yet extremely classist society led by con men pretending to be faithful, altruistic do-gooders, Chance Delaruse, a thrill-seeking orphan from the slums of the Mainland, is seemingly abducted by a hotdog van. Blinded by his hunger, Chance remained unaware that he had been taken away even as the vehicle he was in ran at top speed.
His ignorance ended only when a hotdog he was about to eat whole was slapped out of his hands. Apparently, his abductors had reached their intended destination.
"You want to never go hungry again?" Eyes brimming with tears, Chance nodded. "Then come work for us."
Were the tears brought by fear? Joy? Or was it hope? He doesn't know. What Chance felt certain of, however, was that he had to wipe them away before they could even fall if he wanted to survive what 'tomorrow' had in store for him.
"Okay," he replied as he released the food he was holding protectively only a few moments ago, and planted his feet firmly on the floor, eyes meeting the steel gaze of the bulky, stoic man before him. That was the point of no return—there was no looking back. So he didn't. Little did he know that by looking forward, he would be introduced to an entirely new world—one more fantastical than his wildest fantasies.
paeueap · Fantasy
