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    oni-kun-studio

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    • Chapter 2: Vatium’s Speech Cover
      by oni-kun-studio Vatium's face grew dark as he released a horrifying killing intent, and then in a flash the Heroes were on the ground half-dead and unconscious. Vatium walked over to Aurianna, who was frozen on the stop from the shock. Her frightened face grew even more gloomy when she saw him slowly walk towards her, but instead of killing her Vatium stroke her blue hair and gently caressed it.   "Why are you still with the filthy humans?" He asked. "Huh?" Aurianna let out on confusion and shock, why would he ask…
    • Chapter 2: Vatium’s Speech Cover
      by oni-kun-studio Vatium's face grew dark as he released a horrifying killing intent, and then in a flash the Heroes were on the ground half-dead and unconscious. Vatium walked over to Aurianna, who was frozen on the stop from the shock. Her frightened face grew even more gloomy when she saw him slowly walk towards her, but instead of killing her Vatium stroke her blue hair and gently caressed it.   "Why are you still with the filthy humans?" He asked. "Huh?" Aurianna let out on confusion and shock, why would he ask…
    • Chapter 1: Why?? Cover
      by oni-kun-studio Crowds of people could be seen at the center of a High Land, as angry yells and stumping feet could be heard. "Burn the Saintess!" "Burn that wicked woman, how dare she sell herself to the Demon Lord," a person yelled. "She deserves to die!!!" There was a crowd of people gathered, all shouting passionately. A lone girl filled with horrible scars was tied to a wooden poll, a fire being lit under her feet. "Father please help me," the Saintess pleaded. This wasn't the first time she'd called…
    • Chapter 1: Why?? Cover
      by oni-kun-studio Crowds of people could be seen at the center of a High Land, as angry yells and stumping feet could be heard. "Burn the Saintess!" "Burn that wicked woman, how dare she sell herself to the Demon Lord," a person yelled. "She deserves to die!!!" There was a crowd of people gathered, all shouting passionately. A lone girl filled with horrible scars was tied to a wooden poll, a fire being lit under her feet. "Father please help me," the Saintess pleaded. This wasn't the first time she'd called…
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