Pandemonium: Devourer of the Lost
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*WIP* Pandemonium: Devourer of the Lost is a short dark fantasy with a satirical side to it. Tired of the same old cliched hero? You're in luck. You won't find many people, human or otherwise, that fill the bill of a hero in Pandemonium. You will find, however, goddesses, immortals, demons, humans and other unmentionables in the underworld streets.
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