The Devastator

The Devastator

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Herja. In Norse, meaning "devastate." That holds true to the black-haired beauty, who brings death and destruction where ever she steps. The werewolf pack of Fort Worth, Texas who has become all too powerful, and rules too tight with an iron grip. Herja feels that in order to rise you must fall, but those who have come and gone in her path, never get to rise again. You don't say her name, for that calls her. You don't look at her, for that challenges her. You don't try and get in her way, for if you do your blood shall paint the street and walls as warning for those to come. A demigod, more powerful than to be desired, more wicked than humanly possible, ready to lay waste to yet another empire. As her father promised, "What ever you wish and desire, shall forever be yours." and Herja, makes damn sure of it.
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