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The Light, the Dark, Death and decay. Angels take flight, Countless souls saved by Noah's Ark. A fallen Guardian, by the name of Seth. Humans who pray, Worshipping the Demon God of Night. From a being of Light to a being of Dark; The Grim Reaper it became, for it itself is Death. A millennium has passed. Unbeknownst to all, the Dark Lord's Day.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
Demon God
The Light, the Dark, Death and decay. Angels take flight, Countless souls saved by Noah's Ark. A fallen Guardian, by the name of Seth. Humans who pray, Worshipping the Demon God of Night. From a being of Light to a being of Dark; The Grim Reaper it became, for it itself is Death. A millennium has passed. Unbeknownst to all, the Dark Lord's Day.
Dracol-Noir
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
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