Flaming Heart //Highschool dxd X Ghostrider Reader//
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While driving down the street of Los Angeles gang members started to shoot you, that moment your prayed to do whatever it take to live and bring upon vengeance...instead of God replying the devil answered your plea...you had a little brother to look after so you made the deal with the devil...
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