Camera Of Hell (Hell Girl FanFic)
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Last published Sun, Apr 1, 2012
Circe brings a camera around her neck, giving it to people with tainted hearts. Hearts filled with anger, hatred, and craving for revenge.
The holder of the camera must take a photo of who he/she wants to send to Hell, but in return, they must make a decision that will change their flow of life.
Once you press the button, Circe will obtain the picture you took, and when she gets it, she'll take the soul of the person on the picture and bring them to Hell.
Though the catch is, the holder of the camera will bare the mark of an eye on their back, so once they die, it's a reminder that their soul also gets sent to Hell to suffer for eternity.
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