Fics like through a glass divine

The guard stared at him for a moment, blue eyes blown wide behind his mask. It was then the Pythia looked down at the hand outstretched between them. The prosthetic was made of intricately carved metal, covered in vines and flowers twisting together with the shimmer of enchantments reflecting in the purple glow. And although the guard’s sleeve was covering his wrist, he knew that in the place where metal met flesh, there was a pair of dark angel wings tattooed on his skin. He was right. This wasn’t a real guard. This was a Deathling. or, Wilbur is an oracle known as the Pythia, chosen to receive dreams of the future from the goddess Clara. One day, he receives a dream warning him that during a ball Emperor Schlatt is hosting, the Deathlings—terrorists who worship the goddess of Death—will launch an attack. When his warning goes ignored, he knows there's going to be consequences. He doesn't expect one of those consequences to include him getting kidnapped by a teenager. aka, a cyberpunk fantasy fusion au with lots of religious trauma

Fics like through a glass divine

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