"His name was Daimon. I rather have him a pleasant-sounding name. But he was a demon, just like his name. Through and through. He enjoyed our suffering with a pitchfork and a black wavy tail on his sulfur-filled habitat." Simons gnashed his teeth.

"I looked at his side profile. Charming and serious. Girls always loved a handsome and cool feminine boy. But grownups always picked the serious type with a sense of humor. Just like Daimon. His eyes closed. The flutter of his eyelids seemed more elegant than a woman’s. His tasty lips. Well-fit body, as masculine as Adonis. I could look more and more, and I couldn’t get enough!" Karen thought while unconsciously licking her lips.

“MOTHER FUCKER!” Arnold seethed and wanted nothing but to mutilate this bastard! He could care less about the plan! Only by killing Daimon he could face Xiao in the afterlife!

“Jeez. You scared me!” Agathon said to the man who was carrying a coffin on his back yet he looked like he was in a park. Still, the weariness in his face stood out. "When I glimpsed your figure from the distance, I thought I was seeing God. But then, I saw your eyes. I also thought you are a Ghost. But with your vibrant complexion, I crossed it out.”

Join each protagonist in their quest while battling their inner demons and keeping their sanity. Warning: profanity and heavy modern philosophy.

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