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Ever sell your soul to the Devil? I'd be happy to say "me neither" but sadly, desperate times come for the most desperate of measures. With no soul, came no caring, no worries and nothing but trouble. I figured thats how life would end for me, rotting in a spaceship, 50 000 lightyears from home. The outcast Alien Hunter. But suddenly there's something smacking me across the face. And suddenly... I can FEEL again. There are emotions, there is a conscious in this rotting corpse. There are suddenly Seven of us, all pulled into the eye of a storm nobody could predict. All on Earth for crimes so gruesome people flinch at our names. We are stains marking the ground as we journey forward. But throughout it all, the Devils voice eternally echoes somewhere behind my head. "I need a favour."
The Seven Deadly Sins
