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<p>Salem was always a quiet town—I wish I could say the same about my childhood. My home was a place where my mother constantly reminded me of what she regrettably gave birth to—a monster, a spawn of the devil, a creature of total damnation. At first, I didn't buy it, but this mess I found myself in was slowly turning me into a believer.</p> <p>I woke up to a dead man at my feet, with blood on my hands and a bullet hole through my chest. Honestly, I thought I must have been dreaming. But things just kept getting worse.</p> <p>As if being a suspect to a homicide wasn't bad enough. The next day I went home, thinking of all the ways I could deal with my dilemma, until this blond monster girl in horns crawled out of my head, calling me her reincarnated husband Wrath.</p> <p>As well as the son of the demon overlord Lucifer himself.</p> <p>Being the nerdy kid in high school was sounding more and more like a walk in the park.</p> <p>She wants me to cultivate demons for my demon lord father, using a demon system which allows me to harness power from the wrath of fallen warriors. I'd be doing my city a service by getting rid of the monsters disguised as humans, even if some of those humans are hunters, who would like nothing more than to have my head on a plate.</p> <p>The way I see it, I have two choices—to become the demon cultivator my monster father wants me to be, or fight alongside the skilled demon slayers who want me dead.</p> <p>Why not choose both?</p> <p>(started up again for the writathon!)</p>
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