Walking with The Dead

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"Do not run from me, child, you are MINE, I will find you. Soon, you can run, love, but you never could hide from me, do not rely on your god fearing guardians to protect you, for nothing can protect you from me…"

Angel hears things... not your usual things... whispers in languages unheard for centuries, this alone has landed her friendless, without a family, and with a record with Mental Institutes since the age of three. 

She now lives in a nunnery where she is treated like Satan's spawn... the evilest of all evil. She has accepted life and so, has accepted that she will never be loved by another human being.

Until fate turns to table on her peaceful life and carries her into a world where Havoc reigns supreme... Will Angel find help or will people run from her? 

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