Venator: Devil's Croon
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 1h 8m
  • Reads 120
  • Votes 21
  • Parts 8
  • Time 1h 8m
Ongoing, First published Jun 15, 2017
Highest Ranking: #30 in Paranormal 

#2 of Venator series is finally here! 

When the wings of despair conquer the horizon, all colours vanish, all illusions of hope fade; and life becomes as dark as the devil's core. 

Casstelia is on the brink of civil war. An enemy forgotten for long has risen. Hell is chanting the Devil's Croon. The end is coming. 

But with the love of her life gone, Laura no longer cares what horror awaits mankind. All she thinks of is Sebastian. All she craves for is Sebastian. 

Possessed by the grief for her only true love, can Laura defend herself against the darkness outside, and the darkness within? Or will her heart get torn apart by the ruthless torrent of evil? 

Devil's Croon takes you to new depths of darkness and tragedy. So don't blame me for all those streams of tears XD
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