3 Works by uzem
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The Goddess of Death is humanity's one true deity.
Feared and revered since the beginning of time, Lady Death presides as the ultimate equalizer. Countless civilizations have risen and fallen under the watch of Death's Court, each immortal upholding their duty to balance the scales of life and death. To placate an ancient plague known only as the Crimson.
Relegated by his middling status in the Court's hierarchy, the Angel of Death oversees an opulent city made of quartz. Led by the Administration and its trio of Founders, this latest cycle of humanity evades the Angel's understanding like no other.
Finding a kindred spirit in their irreverent Ambassador, he begins to dream of the impossible.
When those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it, what happens when humanity learns the world's terrible truth?
The Angel grapples with his duty. The Totem seeks his true purpose. The Elder Seraph watches through the crows.
The Director met the Angel's flummoxed stare with a faint smirk. "Like I said," he chuckled. "Knowledge and perseverance."
"You… You've just sealed your fate."
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- Part 2 of Temporal Coils
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An immortal shadow of the person he once was, Bad navigates a world plagued with the human condition – war, greed, death, and chaos. The benevolent Syndicate Council has been toppled in an explosive coup, spearheaded by a vengeful tycoon and his faithful accomplice.
Months after retreating into a quiet life on a remote island, the ex-assassin is forced to take one last job to save a corrupted Skeppy. Although Bad is no stranger to bounty hunting, he learns through a grudging alliance with two headstrong mortals that nothing about this job is as it seems.
Meanwhile, haunted by his involvement with the coup, Quackity seeks to absolve himself in a last ditch effort to renew his legacy. An unlikely alliance leads to a wild goose chase for answers.
A primordial mystery shrouds the Syndicate and their ties to a powerful book. As mortals and immortals alike vie for redemption, the world's forgotten tragedy unravels.
He tossed the device aside and palmed his forehead, cackling, "Y'know what? Fuck it. Happy birthday to me!"
"Let's go!" Skeppy laughed, raising his cup. "Here's… to living?"
Quackity joined his with a dull clink and cried, "¡Salud!"
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- Part 1 of Temporal Coils
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"Hey."
He hears a voice so hushed it almost blends into the atmosphere's murmur. Fearing the worst for his sanity, Schlatt snaps to find its source.
A lopsided smile curls up at him. Dark eyes twinkle.
"Can I bum one?"
That coy, rasping voice stirs a vague frisson in him. He shuffles back to give its owner a sweeping glance.
Black baseball cap, no logo. Navy blue turtleneck. Dark rinse overalls. A thin gold cross strung on a smooth chain.
Schlatt's just here for a good time. It's about all he knows. That, and a few others on board.
Everyone else seems to have their reservations about the situation, but he's too busy trying to make sense of Quackity's capricious whims to really think about it.