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Children of a Lesser God

A giant tree popped up in the middle of the Atlantic ocean covering the world in a strange new radiation and because of it, people began to change. First, there are the Chosen. These super humans have only slight physical changes and yet can manifest amazing elemental powers. Next, you have the Infected. These humans have experienced large scale body changes which range from animal adaptations to simply grotesque body decomposition. Most are still normal and sane humans who attempt to adapt to life while being shunned by others. There are some however that have grown deranged and think themselves the rulers of the world. Our MC lives a somewhat lonely life while sometimes being accompanied by his rather senile yet kind grandfather. He has no idea where his parents went after they dropped him off a few years ago, so he has no choice but to stay here. He lives by the idea that he should just be air and not be noticed in the slightest. All of this goes ok until things start changing and Laz starts getting dragged around in many different directions. Welcome to a story of Gods, evolution, love, adult situations and basically bringing a bit of eastern fantasy to western civilization. Hope you enjoy the ride.

Rathan · Urban
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Are They F***ing or Fighting?

"I might just do that." Laz was feeling... many things at the moment. To narrow it down was hard. But the easiest way to explain it would be to say he was happy.

It seemed like despite the distance and time apart, Malene still felt for him.

Strangely, while she was smiling and teasing him, Laz noticed that above her left breast, in almost the same area that Laz's tattoo was, Malene also had a tattoo. Unlike his which was a fully red moon behind a black, leafless tree, hers was a red crescent moon. He couldn't help but bring his hand up and use his fingers to trace it.

Seeing him move, Malene was going to punish him for doing so, but then seeing his actions, she decided not to.

Laz used his fingers to trace the outline of the marking, as though he felt a connection to it.

"Do you like it?"