The Keeper of Souls
"You love to be a trouble maker leaving now then f**k me later."-Kiana Lede, Wicked Games Sophia drew the sigil with red chalk as she sighed tiredly. She was a little pale, but she was going to be okay. When she looked at her concerned professor she whispered, "I'm okay. I'm ready." Nodding the go-ahead, Sophia looked at the sigil as she concentrated her entire being, "Papa Legba." Darkness settled around the room as time seemed to freeze. Sitting in the middle of the red rune a man with red eyes chuckled as he stood. He was a tall African-American, built in the arms, he was swamped in a black trench coat covered in cinders, and his boots were worn to hell. "Well I must say. I'm impressed," He rumbled in his deep demonic voice as he looked around at the shocked students. His New Or
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