Bitten: The Mixed Breed
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Last published Sat, Sep 26, 2015
' Those who are bitten must live a life of eternity fighting for survival. Only a few may walk the path of light. Those who walk the path of light must have a pure soul while living, and remain pure when bitten. These are the ones that kill the wicked ones. Those who walk the of darkness are cursed due to their wicked soul while living, and after being bitten. They are the ones that must be killed by the pure ones. This is the way of the Vampires and these two sides must never mix or else hell on earth shall be released.'
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