Beauty and the Killer

Beauty and the Killer

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WpMetadataNoticeآخر تحديث: أحد, أبريل ١٥, ٢٠١٨
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They called him a rapist, a murderer, the most cruelest man to exist the lands. He who shall wipe out the existence of man kind...is Lord Zebastian. Fragilita, born to be Zebastian's years upon years later. Once upon a time there were a handsome Young Lord. His name, Zebastian, and all the women greedily chased after him. Indeed he were handsome, the most beautiful man in all of the kingdoms. As a child, he was blessed with vanity, authority, and supremacy. As a newborn, a babe, a kind witch endowed upon him those advantages. But, the gift of his beauty also cost upon a curse. If he were to become arrogant, he shall turn towards evil. And as he became conceited, the curse grew, disfiguring him into a marred killer. Zebastion committed genocide upon foreign lands, attempting retribution for his beauty. If only. The more he slaughtered, driven by greed and pompous needs, he only became ever more ugly. Yet, the cure to Lord Zebastian shall be of a young girl who knows not of evil. The pureness in her heart shall relinquish pureness to Lord Zebasian's soul once more. The balance will be restored. If it is not, though... the fate of man kind shall parish along within his rage.
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