Hexed

Hexed

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Parts 6

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Last published Tue, Feb 4, 2014

cursed demon horror king leliana

Naught is more horrifying than these abominations that walk among us disguised in human flesh by the name of Hexed, as they are the offspring of demons. Heartless monsters lacking any form of conscience and virtue, capable only of destruction and mayhem. Truly, they will be the end of times as we know it… -Anonymous UPDATES: I will post any future updates here, whether it be drawings or progress on my writing! Leave a Vote/comment! I love to hear feedback, good or bad. :P

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