I was brought to this story by a comment from the Descendant, and I would like to begin by saying that this story is far under-appreciated.
I believe that Daemeon is among the strongest characters I have ever read, and I HATE HIM SO MUCH. As of course is intended. I don't think this is going to end particularly well for Daemeon, as he does not deserve it. While I do not particularly wish death upon him, I do want him to realize what he really has done to people, for him to regret it with no hope for atonement.
I agree that this is not a particularly pleasant read, but to infer that I find this a bad fic would be incorrect. It has strong characters and an oddly interesting premise. We watch as a despicable man's world falls apart around him. Every one of us has, at some point, been a servant of our own circumstance, while perhaps not as clearly-defined as a magical pastel pony, certainly no less so. What Daemeon must come to realize is that while we are all just pawns in our world, our lives are no less significant for it.
I agree with my fellow commenters that this story has not received a just amount of appreciation, and I hope it does so soon. I look forward to upcoming updates and to the further development of Daemeon's instability.
Surely the poetic craftsman of "A Cup of Joe" could never have been as despicable as he? Out of idle curiosity, was the turning point in your life when you found your faith, or were the two unrelated?
Incidentally, what exactly did you and PPP say that necessitated deleting comments?
2128961 Thanks for the critique. As to the deleted comments, I assure you they were nothing crude. Descy was kind enough to offer some grammatical critiquing. The comments just seemed less relevant after the fact so I deleted them.
...wow....double Stockholm syndrome?, anyway.....heavy chapter, for a second there i was afraid we would take a trip to flashback land but i loved how you handled the retelling
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sweet chapter bro.
2027181 Thank you!
Only 17 likes? Ridiculous!
I was brought to this story by a comment from the Descendant, and I would like to begin by saying that this story is far under-appreciated.
I believe that Daemeon is among the strongest characters I have ever read, and I HATE HIM SO MUCH. As of course is intended. I don't think this is going to end particularly well for Daemeon, as he does not deserve it. While I do not particularly wish death upon him, I do want him to realize what he really has done to people, for him to regret it with no hope for atonement.
I agree that this is not a particularly pleasant read, but to infer that I find this a bad fic would be incorrect. It has strong characters and an oddly interesting premise. We watch as a despicable man's world falls apart around him. Every one of us has, at some point, been a servant of our own circumstance, while perhaps not as clearly-defined as a magical pastel pony, certainly no less so. What Daemeon must come to realize is that while we are all just pawns in our world, our lives are no less significant for it.
I agree with my fellow commenters that this story has not received a just amount of appreciation, and I hope it does so soon. I look forward to upcoming updates and to the further development of Daemeon's instability.
I apologize for my rambling.
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Surely the poetic craftsman of "A Cup of Joe" could never have been as despicable as he? Out of idle curiosity, was the turning point in your life when you found your faith, or were the two unrelated?
Incidentally, what exactly did you and PPP say that necessitated deleting comments?
2128961
Thanks for the critique. As to the deleted comments, I assure you they were nothing crude. Descy was kind enough to offer some grammatical critiquing. The comments just seemed less relevant after the fact so I deleted them.
...wow....double Stockholm syndrome?, anyway.....heavy chapter, for a second there i was afraid we would take a trip to flashback land but i loved how you handled the retelling