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Rotten - The Cursed, The Curse And The Prophecy (MxM)
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Ongoing, First published Jan 08, 2015
Mature
Adrian Gale, occultist and hunter harbours a curse, like a double edged sword that gives immense power in exchange for the consumption of his humanity. Carrying the burden of a troubled past he shields his emotions from the outside world and passes as uncaring and selective...

That is, until Richard Amos gets caught in a web carefully threaded by destiny making both their paths cross. 

And slowly, like clockwork, an evil of immeasurable proportions starts figuring it's way to unleash hell upon the human realm. 


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This will be one I'll plan in finishing it. All feedback is appreciated, please do vote and comment all you like.
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