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Crimson Spell

A cursed prince turns into a raging demon whose lust can only be calmed by the skillful hands of one powerful sorcerer!

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Prince Vald is struck by a curse that turns him into a demon! He seeks out a powerful sorcerer named Halvir to help break the curse, and the two go on an epic journey full of danger—and lust—in search of clues to break the young prince’s curse!

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Crimson Spell, Vol. 7

Vald’s body has been split into two entities—one spirit and one demon—and a battle of supremacy between them breaks out over Havi! The powerful sorcerer Asterdol seizes this opportunity to regain his true power, and in doing so brings forth a demon so powerful the fate of the world is at stake. Will Vald be able to return to his original form in time to confront this beast? And will he and Havi ever figure out a way to break Yug Verlind’s curse?

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