Hexed
  • LECTURAS 1,119
  • Votos 52
  • Partes 6
  • Hora 43m
  • LECTURAS 1,119
  • Votos 52
  • Partes 6
  • Hora 43m
Continúa, Has publicado feb 04, 2014
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

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