I've had this story in mind for a while, and I'm genuinely excited to post it on here for you guys to read. Damaris and Efraim have tickled my brain for a while, and honestly sitting down to finally right them has allowed me to explore myself as a transman, as well as someone who was raised in a religion that doesn't quite accept who I am just yet. So I truly hope that you enjoy what I've written, and this part of myself that I'm allowing y'all to see.
This story contains the following triggers, so if this story isn't for you, please feel free to step away. I want you to be comfortable!
Anxiety, alcohol, blood, mentions of death, depression, demons, gender dysphoria, menstruation, misgendering, religion, Satan/The Devil, sexual intercourse, and mild mentions of transphobia.
I love you all so very much! Please enjoy!
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The Lost Divine
Romance"In his hands he carries the scraps of his wings, feathers scorched from Michael's burning blade. He does not grieve for them, not yet..." Efraim Morningstar was a mere sentinel, tasked with guarding the gates of Heaven, when he held a soul in his h...
