Ouroboros I | The Snake

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Summary

The gates of Hell have been opened, and now the Beasts spill forth. THE REINCARNTED SOUL Ira Rule can't stop dying. It's not his fault. All mortals die. The only oddity is that he keeps coming back. He's appeared again, determined to kill the Greater Demon that got him in this mess. THE CURSED BOY Melchior Brisbane expects to die. The smell of his blood attracts monsters. The prophecy he was raised for requires his sacrifice. The odds aren't on his side--and the Beasts coming from Hell have caught his scent. THE THIRD PRINCE of Hell Beelzebub has been hearing rumors. Someone has torn a gate into the barrier between Earth and Hell, and for some reason, the Progeny suspects him. But if he didn't do it, who did? The Soul, The Cursed, The Prince, The Gate; and The Prophecy that ties them all together.

Status
Complete
Chapters
46
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

CONTENT WARNING

CONTENT WARNING FOR OUROBOROS


Dear Reader,


This statement can only reflect the potential of sensitive material. It's a cautionary label for a wide variety of sensitive topics, which may or may not be present at any point. 


Ouroboros may contain sensitive topics such as internalized or external queerphobia, self hatred, self punishment, mentions of death, mention of death by anaphylactic shock, extreme religion, political othering, body dysphoria, personality disorders, misuse of medication, anxiety, depression, low self esteem, description of gore, a child feeling shunned by society, a parental figure causing conflict with the child, and a dark portrayal of what could be identified as Christianity, as it is the base of the worldbuilding in my story.


There are scenes of violence, gore, and death.


This story is not meant to reflect or mock religious beliefs. It's a work of fiction, but based on old religious texts. Much research and love was put into this story to only include creatures described, but to do so in a fantastical new way. Have you ever wondered what began at the game of historical telephone?


Sincerely,



The Author, Moonie