Elliott_Morreau

The United Universe should have given up reclaiming Earth when Thomas Deliah was nearly killed, and The Halcyon badly damaged on Hill 3551. Five years later, with twenty two million dead and Humanity still living in the stars, the U. U. feels helpless. Thomas Deliah, the legend they've created, refuses to fight and holds the Halcyon hostage. So the United Universe does the unthinkable: Hires his daughter to take the machine back at all costs. Even if that means killing her father to do it.

When you murder the devil, the last thing you expect is his daughter to be worse. And how could you? It's the devil. And yet that's what happened. The day the world was supposed to be at peace, when the world finally cast the Devil back to hell. The opposite had happened. The devil was dead. His mutli-billion-dollar empire was being liquidated. And the person to inherit it all was a girl named Colleen Vellet. And she had one goal: Revenge. The story of the ultimate evil.

The Wanderlands is a frozen wasteland. Think the arctic. All transportation between colonies is performed on trackless trains. There is a rich class, and there is class of those trying to survive. There is the Authority government, and there are freedom fighters known as Wanderers. written from the perspective of Ruby 'The Ruthless,' Captain of the Old Betty, as she travels from Port City, the capital of the Wanderlands, to Coalsprings. Things quickly go awry when they discover the wreckage of the slave train, the Bombardier, with one survivor. The survivor brings a single message to Madame E. Her ex-husband, John Bergensen, and King of the Wanderers, after ten long years has returned with a single aim: cut out the beating heart of the Authority government. Now step aside... or die.

*Trigger warning* Welcome to Coalfields. A Town where everyone fits in. From murderers to rapists to paedophiles. And you. Yes, you. What? You think you’re so much different from them? That’s what Jack and Lia thought too. After all, what do two high school lovebirds have in common with a place like that? Nothing. Until one of them commits murder. But even then, who am I to Judge? After all, I'm merely an observer in the stars—a spectator. God. So out of all the people in the world, why observe the life of two teenagers? Because it's simple: They're special. One is the greatest high school quarterback in North America who's slept with as many girls as the hairs on his head. The other? A child-like teenager who was abused by her now-dead father. But it wasn't the murder of Lia's father, or the fact that Jack had fallen head over heals for a virgin, that interested me. It was because of the fateful day that Lia looked me dead in the eyes. A mere mortal, looked upon me, God. It was then, for the first time I felt fear. In the reflection of her eyes—the dark figure. A manifestation. An It. Something I hadn't created. And with his cherry red lips, It smiled back. (This is the first part of a two-part story that will conclude in Valentine: Act II)