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ALIEN STAGE: ERA OF SUO

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ALIEN STAGE: ERA OF SUO ᝰ‧₊ ᵎᵎ Suo, a young girl forced to sing for her life after being given up by her owner. A tale of love, loss, tragedy, and murders most foul .ᐟ ꩜ ·˚ ༘ ~ CONTENT WARNINGS: ᵎ!ᵎ ⚠️ ᵎ!ᵎ • Abuse (OF ALL FORMS) • Sexual Assult (OF MINORS, AND ADULTS) • Nudity • Pedophilia / Grooming (GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF ATTEMPTED AND ONGOING CHILD SEXUAL ASSULT) • Self-harm / Suicide (GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SELF HARM) • Violence, Murder, Gore, Torture (GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS SUCH AS CHILD ABUSE, ETC) • Drugs / Substances (SUCH AS ALCOHOL, ETC.) • Sexism / Classism / Racism • Swears • Trauma, Disorders (OF ALL FORMS) • Forced Marriage (OR FORMS OF RELATIONSHIP ISSUES) • Religious Imagery -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ —» A remake of: "ALIEN STAGE: SEASON SUO" ! ! ! • Different lore • Different timeline • More accurate personalities • As dark as ever!
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Chapter 1 - The True Sky

Danger is something kids can not realize until they can finally understand the pain in their chests. Awareness, a concious. One God would grace upon sinners who did not deserve his divine touch.

She was bought, taken away from her disfigured mother at her infacy, cradled by a poisonous venom that infected the senses.

The pain on her skin would bloom into purple bloosoms, the burning sensation searing onto her pale skin. He would caress them, calling her beautiful as he would smack her back into the harsh reality of her world.

Her reality, her existence, and her purpose. It's as if she would only exist to believe in not God- but the heavy hand over her head, threatening to crush and bleed her dry. The blood would throb in her chest, her heart beating as if in his hand.

The spams that would leave her bruised. Her throat darkened as she gasped for the air she couldn't grasp, slipping through her purpled fingertips as the small girl would feel the oxygen burning her lungs.

The poison that would course through her system, unable to let her go as he would touch her carefully and then leave the scars on her skin.

She wondered if God truly existed, looking upwards at the small, open window in her ceiling. Her only light source as he caressed her cheeks- the sting burning from each gentle touch as the tears flowed from her dulled brown eyes. Deep, unable to say more.

If God were real, why didn't he help her?

She would stand in those dark corners, lay in those dark corners, spasm in those dark corners as the cold crept on the tips of her fingers and toes.

Soon, she hoped she would see the light.

She gazed up at the light, gasping for air once again as her hand eventually gave up. Freedom, visible yet so far. She hoped for a true sky, to see and to hold the stars that would burn her- hurt her.

However, she is filthy. God does not let the filthy creatures defile his unsoiled, white heaven.

The true sky.

The sky she craved as she turned away, her chest rising and falling heavily as the tips of her fingers shivered.

Dark, cold, lonely. Unable to feel the warmth of life. She felt disgusting, not worthy of Gods grace. His attention, his love.

One last inhale, coughing and gasping for air as the felt her heart slow. Cold. Freezing.

The true sky, forever out of reach.