Heart pounding, like a drum from within. Sprinting whilst clutching onto his little angel,his daughter Lavender. Making haste for the old warehouse with the Fallen Angel at his heels.
Clambering up the spiralling stairs to the roof, desperate to save the one thing he has to life for.
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Hathlo (By Grace Apps)
HorrorBlood dripping down the bony spine along with the chilling shocks of pain. Feeling no pain nor the icy touch of death, It crawled out the spiral of rotting corpses. Piercing purple eyes stood out from it's paper like face. Who knew this was once the...
