{"sf1_id":675092,"sf2_id":"J1O6ZBJn","title":"demon cruse","author":"cainfoxy","words":63,"posted_at":"2014-03-03T23:09:00.000Z","tags":["Angle","Demon","Love poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/675092-demon-cruse","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1O6ZBJn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=675092\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of poem fate","content":"Over a river of blood a demon speak's a cruse of hell fire. For the clouds to brust open with death rain from the sea's of hell. To take all man love ones away. But if the angle of bless shall hear there cry. She will reunite them back as one. So they can share there love till the end of there days.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"poem fate","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/674961-a-whispering-dark.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/675782-blood-cycle.json"}}