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Rozepsáno, poprvé publikováno bře 24, 2019
Chidinma was 12 years old when she got possessed by a demon. Was it just a coincidence or was it on purpose that she was chosen as the one to hold the demon.
The demon was a powerful one with 10 horns representing ten roles of the demon called GLASS D^3 KW. It was a sign Chidinma usually leave on her victims as a tattoo whether dead OE alive. She left it as a clue for some people to understand but the more she left it, the more souls Babulus collect for hell.
What is the consequences of Chidinma's action against the beast? Will the beast free Chidinma?
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