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... carrying within them the Souls of the Damned that shrieked and bellowed, bearing twisted images that had be ravaged by tormt. The Souls of the Damned knew no mercy. They knew no love, no hate. There was only pain that was as madding as it was pleasurable.
Upon his throne ablaze with the very Flames of the Damned, Arse Snow sat with an incorrigible smile on his face. His ash hair fluttered with the winds that carried brimstone through the air, revealing his devilishly handsome face that c ...
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