And in all fairness, he's a walking, talking red flag. With neither the talent for magic, nor the constitution for swords, he opted for the one weapon he knew by heart. A gun, gifted to him by his (now) ex-girlfriend. Taking over the body of a dying boy, he lives out his days, slowing working towards the ultimate end that either sees himself dead, or the rest of the world exterminated. But for now, he has time to kill. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ NOTE: CONTAINS CROSSDRESSING, LGBT ELEMENTS It starts off really slowly, so take your time Word counts per chapter part from 1000-1500 Photo by Dorothe form PxHere Releases twice weekly(?) Thank you for your support!