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Hic Est The Devil
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Ongoing, First published Jan 02, 2014
Hic Est The Devil / The Devil Is Here
He asked me the question I had been dreading since a very long time. The question that had been in me since the day I met him.
“Do you have faith, Scar?” 
He questioned with an eye brow raised and a crooked smile playing at his lips. His eyes shone like beautiful rubies brilliant as ever.
My eyes grew wide. It wasn’t because I was surprised that that question was the last one I was ever going to hear. My eyes grew wide because I had known all along that it would come to this.
I knew the answer to that question and his sinister smile told me that he did too.
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