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There’s No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

Zein was a rogue Guide living in the god-forsaken land of the red-zone, guiding for money and survival. Until the guild he used to work with caused a tragedy. Driven by sorrow and guilt, Zein became a mercenary guide in the land bordering the forbidden Deathzone, working like a suicidal monk. One day, an overbearing Esper suddenly appeared and told him, “If you’re so hellbent to die, why don’t you come with me to the Deathzone?” A strange proposition, a nostalgic smirk. Had Zein actually met him before? Following the man into the deadly zone, will Zein find the respite he seeks, or will he get engulfed in a storm? But there’s no such thing as love in the deathzone...is it? * * * The story is set in a sentinel-verse, so there will be: - Sentinel (Esper) and Guide - Dungeon! - Romance - Action - …smut? ;) It’s a (kinda) love story wrapped in dungeon system shenanigans, with abilities and action and whatnot

Aerlev · LGBT+
Classificações insuficientes
692 Chs

Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 2

Flashes of Red.

Curdling, eerie red. Blood red. Blood all over his body.

And then black. 

Thick, like curdling ink. Blood, looking like ink. All over his hands. 

Splash

Agni raised his head, staring at the reflection in the hazy mirror. He let the water run for two seconds, just to pretend he could afford the luxury, before turning it off with regret. If he could, he would let the water gather and dunk his head in to cool off, but...

The reflection showed him the reality. His once dark but blazing eyes were nothing but an abyss, sunken. His skin was dry from the harsh air riddled with miasma, and a hint of wrinkles was visible on the face, which was once said to be the epitome of youthful. 

What youth? Agni chuckled bitterly. He spent his youth in the military, and the moment he hit thirty, he was thrown to this place. The grey gate of hell. Where letting the water run for two seconds was a sin.