(3RD BOOK)

           “DIE, DIE, DIE!”

           A dreadful voice screams then laugh maniacally while holding by its hand a bloody sword which crimson blood drips from its handle up unto its pointed blade. All the while as it stands on top of a pile of corpses where the foul smell of its victims’ flesh is torn upside down and are bathing with their blood. 

           “Help me.” A scared child’s voice faintly echoes, as he hides from a near distance shivering in fear while hoping for salvation and a savior to help him out and alive from the crouches of the devil that put all the people in his known village to death. 

           Covering his ears with his dirty hands as he cries silently while trying to ignore the laugh of

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