On an isolated island in the dead of winter, there lies a wooden shack. The rugged building has seen much ware, and one would be surprised to see it standing amidst the blizzards that frequent this land. Beneath the shack, however, lies a series of underground tunnels that lead to St. Lucifer's School for Gifted Children. Though it is hardly school as much as it is an asylum for... yes, "gifted" children. They are hardly prodigious, in the sense that you think of when you hear the word gifted; they are more troubled than anything, insisting that they can replay events of the past at will. However, these children are on the verge of discovering something that will tip the scales of fate in who knows what direction.
It's late into the night of Christmas Eve. Normally, all these children would have to keep warm were the rough wool blankets on their straw mattresses, but tonight, Sister Belle (short for Beelzebub) drank a bit too much and had fallen unconscious before the children were all asleep. Candles were lit, dripping wax in the middle of the room as the children relished this small taste of freedom.
On an isolated island in the dead of winter, there lies a wooden shack. The rugged building has seen much ware, and one would be surprised to see it standing amidst the blizzards that frequent this land. Beneath the shack, however, lies a series of underground tunnels that lead to St. Lucifer's School for Gifted Children. Though it is hardly school as much as it is an asylum for... yes, "gifted" children. They are hardly prodigious, in the sense that you think of when you hear the word gifted; they are more troubled than anything, insisting that they can replay events of the past at will. However, these children are on the verge of discovering something that will tip the scales of fate in who knows what direction.
It's late into the night of Christmas Eve. Normally, all these children would have to keep warm were the rough wool blankets on their straw mattresses, but tonight, Sister Belle (short for Beelzebub) drank a bit too much and had fallen unconscious before the children were all asleep. Candles were lit, dripping wax in the middle of the room as the children relished this small taste of freedom.
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