Not what I seem
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- Votos 5
- Partes 2
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Última publicación vie, may 1, 2020
"In this world, the strongest survives and the weak one dies."
I am a demon, one of the most dangerous, cruel and dominant creature in this world. It is not my fault I have this body. People don't seem to understand that I wouldn't even hurt a fly. I'll make sure that everybody knows that some demons are not what they seem.
"I don't want to kill anyone and I won't!"
- Ashen Sorgoth
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