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Demon Darling

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The children rotated around foster homes to foster homes, but nothing really lasted long. Mainly since Hester's personality was too wretched and horrid for them to handle. She is aggressive, quick tempered and silver tonged, much unlike her mother and brother who were calm, collected and calculative. The beat of Hester's heart energises her physically and spiritually, it symbolises a spiritual centre. The aura of her soul is a temple of worship, this is where her dominate personality traits celebrate glory, courage, and honour. This emotional force represents the radiance of the sun, and it nourishes in a similar way.

YOU KNOW WHAT TO SUM IT UP ITS JUST FUCKIN ABOUT SPIRTUALITY, EXSISTANCE AND DYNASTY  its fuckinn bullshit  idk what im on about and the main character's lost her shit shes crazyAll Rights Reserved

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Fate in his hands

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