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Ongoing, First published Apr 29, 2016
Ashley always loved the danger. Always wanted what others couldn't have. Always loved the darkness that filled her head with crazed thoughts. And it was all given to her by her best friends, Kill and Kill-a-Kill. Two demons who's heart to soul is pure darkness and yet light surrounds them.
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Ashley always had a peaceful life, well as peaceful as it can get of course. That is until she turned thirteen years old. She meets two demons which she named Kill and Kill-a-Kill. Her life then was never the same.
By the age sixteen she was a well known person from her town. No one dares to cross her path and no one dares to even look at her. She is known as the Satan. The danger. The Angel. And the Protector. 
 She is something else, something unknown, something different. 
Her life is now filled with Demons and Angels as they persuade her to take their sides. Which one will she choose, Angels or Demons.
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