A note from the author:
Thank you for reading my story. I cannot express more gratitude to my readers, simply because it means so much to me to be read. So, I feel it is up to me to alert you the reason this is rated mature.
Most of my writing pieces are mature because of language, and this is because I would never expect a mob boss to stub his toe and say, "Shoot!" he'll say "shit" or "damn" or "fucking hell." Granted, I don't write a lot of mob bosses into my stories, but I would hate for my dialogue and mentalogues to be untrue to their characters, and as I write angry, violent, hateful people into my stories, it's kinda difficult for me to avoid such things.
Another point, the protagonist I plan on writing with most often is going to be a personification of death. Yes, it's been done before. Yes, I seem to have a running theme with many of my stories centering around death. I'd like you to know that I planned this story to be an homage to Terry Prachett and Piers Anthony, the two of the writers who've influenced me the most. For more answers to unspoken questions, yes I would like to be original in my ideas, yes, I might use a few of their ideas and form them into my own tool, and yes I understand that there are only so many ways to spin a story before it gets old. I'd like to request that you bear with me, as I rather like my own writing. I know what to say, what I'd like to hear, and how cool a story would be if it went a certain way.
So, Lyre will probably be Fate and I'll use Death. They go hand in hand, don't you think?
Anyway, please enjoy the story as it'll progress. Thank you again!
~ Lord Poozzab!