Ash. Demon of Hell
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Last published Mon, Jun 15, 2020
She is a mortal girl, who was stolen from the familiar world, chosen from a million others for an unknown reason, and presented. She was presented to him, to the Demon of the Highest Rank, the commander of the Apocalypse's Army. She is a silent slave, a slave who no longer has a name, and she must cater to the Master's whims, or die, like many others before her ... He will burn to ashes her pink dreams and ideas about love. Because he does not know what it is.
And her tears will turn into ashes...
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