Black Thorn
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Soulmates. The House of Roses, which helps millions of people find their soulmates every day and The Black Thorn, known to separate your bond with your soulmate forever. All very lovely , till they realize that the God of Life and Light has left due to the surge in darkness and malice encouraged by the Black Thorn. The balance of Daistrai has been disturbed and the Goddess of Death and Darkness is not happy. The solution? Take a Human form and wreak the balance back and wreak some havoc. After all a goddess can have some fun, right?
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