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Several possessed mortals who had not left yet were torn to pieces by a claw-swipe. When bathed in fresh blood, Hookdick’s corrupted soul grew even more hysterical.
While laughing maniacally, he suddenly heard someone’s voice coming from above him and jerked his head up to look.
There was a man up there. He didn’t know who that was, but something inside him was urging him to sink his claws into that man’s throat as if it were the only reason for his very existence ...
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