The Devourer
he / him
36
January 8
Lavender Town, Kanto
heterosexual
hitman
rocket beast
Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.
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Zev Harcourt
Troth [m/past]
POSTED ON Aug 26, 2022 21:12:58 GMT
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