She was never meant to exist.
Forged in the clash of light and darkness, she is an anomaly—too pure for the abyss, too tainted for the heavens. The angels whisper her name in fear, the demons curse it in rage. Neither side will claim her, yet neither can escape her shadow.
Her wings, torn between black and silver, carry the weight of two warring destinies. Her touch can heal as easily as it can destroy. Mercy and wrath, love and ruin—she is all of it, and none of it..
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