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And the angel fell from heaven, cast away under false pretenses. Blinded by God's strike. It has been millions of years since her heracy, and now she is back. The years have been hard on her, but she prevailed. Her wings grew black from hate and her heart hardened like ice.
"I am here," she says "I have come home to wreak my revenge!"
She battles her family, once her friends. Destroys them with one swoop of her staff. She fights to the inner circle. So close, the end is nigh. But behold, a figure stands before her. It is the Archangel, the greatest of God's children. Once her lover, now her enemy. They Engage.
And thus, the Heretic died.
 serbus · Sun Jan 20, 2008 @ 01:16am · 1 Comments |
