Slave to the Underworld (under editing)
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("This can't be happening......I'm not right...it's not right!" "Stay calm my child everything is going to plan." "Why does this feel right. The blood inbetween my fingers, the smell of metal surrouding the room, the screams for me to sto.."
"This is what you wanted. This is what you will be remembered for. How your followers will praise you to be......So don't fuck it up!")
Ama is a schizophrantic teenager with a very dark secret......
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