Fiends
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In the frozen pit of blackest hell, Death sleeps. Ravishing beyond words, evil beyond our darkest dreams of Satan, Her eyelids flutter.
Rising from Her pit, She wakes her vampire brood -- and frees them from their ancient graves.
No, no one is safe, no one -- from the unwashed Children of Eve.
Rising from Her pit, She wakes her vampire brood -- and frees them from their ancient graves.
No, no one is safe, no one -- from the unwashed Children of Eve.
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