The End After The Beginning
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I'm dead, pretty morbid beginning to a story don't you think....well this is my story. Avalon Perselus that's my name, I was a king.....king of the demons to be more precise. I was betrayed by the men whom stood beside me, the Lords, Nobles and Dukes of The Demon Kingdom of Astaroth....my Kingdom. I was known as the coward merciful King, After getting stabbed in the back literally and slashed with a sword it was simple this is a rebellion with the 4 Dukes I trusted ever so much holding bloody swords....my blood stained the swords, and the rest of the nobles standing at the back watching happily and smirking at me with those judge-mental eyes. follow the story of Avalon as he is on the quest for revenge. Hope You Enjoy XD
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