My Silent Pandemonium
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Pandemonium had never longed for anything but to go to the mortal plain and cause chaos within it, it is after all his name sake but that all changes when a mysterious man comes and with a simple glance from his eyes forces him into a state of complete silence. Can the Lord of Pandemonium convince this mysterious man to release him from his silence before his domain comes crashing into the mortal plain? and can he ever return to once he came?
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