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Match Made In Hell: Her Immortal Boyfriend

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Hell is much creepier than you think. Forget the flames, the demonized figure, the multitude of the damned. Beneath the underworld's scorched surface, Hell boasted a governance of unholy precision. They reveled in their flawless hirerachy and their arrogance, fuelled by eons of self-admiration, finally boiled over. Crawling forth in their thousands to unleash total annihilation upon their eternal adversary; earth. Era who has seen what it is like to suffer in the hands of the possessed, picked up the reigns of exorcism which was currently regarded as Earth's most thriving business. Exorcism was second to the need of food and water. It was more lucrative than the entertainment industry and heavily influenced by earth's leaders. He was a blend of contradictions; adorable and perlious, captivating and enigmatic. His good looks made him a renowned figure in both realms, while his mastery of stealth earned him a reputation as a cunning and elusive presence. He believed if humans knew the truth, no one would be poor enough to serve the rich. An arranged marriage brought them to be. The need to stop exorcism and the desire to wipe out demons, bringing mankind healing brought them closer and further apart. But what none saw coming was the possibility of a greater evil than Azrael, demonic manifestations, and several lives lost in the name of revealing the truth. | Resuming Updates Soon.| | Exclusive only on webnovel, Under the pen name: Peridot_Writes. |
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