Chapter Three

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These.. These hellions! They're perfect." Matt Bream was smiling to himself, as he watched one of his hellmakers approached a drunken man.
"The fuck do you want, freak?" The man stumbled and slurred, the bottle in his hand would soon be broken.
The man looked at the figure closer, " I said," as he broke the glass bottle on the wall, "who-!" He stopped. He realized something he should have before, something that could have kept him alive...
"D-Demon!!!"

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