The Reaper's Descendant
- Lecturas 172
- Votos 13
- Partes 7
In a world that was filled with angels, devils and monsters
One day they were beaten by humans...
...that now worship them?
Humans in recent times live unknowing to the fact that their religions and folklore have been incorrect this whole time. But the only thing "humans" with such origins are certain of - is that they wish they never had these powers. But this changes nothing.
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