The Demon King Damien

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The night was dark as ever with no moon in the sky. The atmosphere was eerie as the witch lit up a hundred candles by muttering a few words. As the candles emitted light and illuminated the whole room, a man in his thirties was found to be sitting not far from the witch. "How long?", the man asked, an aura of dominance and annoyance in his tone. "Not so long, your majesty. I will find her soon", the witch trembled, afraid of being punished again. After all, it was her third time attempting to find one, and she only knew what she had to go through after her two previous unsuccessful attempts. She definitely didn't want to go through that same extreme torture again. "Your majesty", she said, handing over the sharp knife to the man sitting in front of her. The man didn't hesitate for a s

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