the villain's pet

the villain's pet

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 7, 2024
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Paranormal
The story is about a young-ish(18y4mo) boy called levi being bought and sold at slave auctions since he's been taken captive in a devastating war which fell upon his home country, eventually he finds his way into the cluches of the infamous Mikhail Valentine tepeš who is both a very powerful Vampire-lord and the secret orchestrator of the war. he's seen a lot so far but he is weary of what is to come his way. Btw please comment any suggestions or thoughts you have on where this should go or anything id really like to hear it (THE ARTWORK IS NOT MINE I JUST LIKED IT)
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