Demons and Boys
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  • Parts 24
  • Time 1h 42m
Ongoing, First published Jan 28, 2020
Mature
Satan steals an angel from heaven to wed him. A war between angels and demons ensues. A Helen of Troy based story. All the characters are played by commentary and reddit crew members.


Disclaimer: all characters are only inspired by the real people. I am in no way representing them correctly with this. I'm using their basic personalities and looks as inspiration.

Tw: 
Smut and angst (fluff too)
Violence and horror type things
Religious talk but mainly myth
This is not meant to represent the religion. It is based off basic myth and stories.
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