Beautiful Monster
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Evelyn is given a dare, go into the supposedly haunted house. Easy right, not so much as Evelyn soon discovers as she wanders around the house and finds stranger and stranger things. Eventually coming face to face with a mysterious man named Asmodeus, claiming that he's taking her to Hell. Evelyn's world is turned upside down when she learns that Asmodeus is a prince of Hell who embodies the sin of Lust. Just what are this man's intentions? Will Evelyn only be allowed to leave when the roads of Hell are paved with ice?
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