Karma Strikes At Nine
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Hey.
I'm karma, and I'm not a bitch. Well, maybe I am.
***
Before we get into this, let me tell you something. Have you ever felt someone around you? A ghost? A primordial being? Well, it's true.
The seven deadly sins.
The gods.
The evil minions.
They all roam the Earth, searching for someone to possess.
But there's one person, one deity, who is feared and worshipped. Wanted and given. Afraid that they'll get you.
Karma.
People do many things to get rid of me; but they always forget.
I'm not called a bitch for no good reason.
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First instalment of the 'Divine' series.
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