Rising from Hell

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The day I killed my sister, was a day like any other. I woke up, I got dressed, ate, went to school. Little did I know, that I'd be plunging a kitchen knife through my little sisters' heart. One of her many hearts. Let's back up a bit. I'm a demon hunter...of sorts. I wasn't always one, I was never meant to be one. In fact, I'm a demon. So is my family. We were released from Hell on the condition that we use our "abilities" to find and kill demons, our brethren. You know what? I'll just tell you the story, from the beginning. A proper story. Be prepared for a wild ride...

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