Sweet Paradise
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Last published Sat, Jun 1, 2013
A darkness that hunts the monsters in the world. Not supernatural beings, but those people who prey upon the weak with their sick, twisted minds and motives. I hunt those people. And I send those people to the very Hell to which they belong. I don't ask for thanks, I only ask that more people don't turn into these monsters. I will continue to serve my own laws as long as I live. Because people don't deserve to live in fear. They deserve to live in their own paradise.
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