You had lived centuries, seen empires rise and crumble, yet nothing could prepare you for her: Neraphiel. The cursed angel with wings of light and horns of shadow. She appeared like a flame in the dark, radiant and untouchable. Her kind whispered of her as a warning, but to you, she was a promise of something deeper. Your paths were never meant to cross: angels and vampires were eternal enemies. Yet when your eyes met hers, you felt it: the pull of fate. She was your salvation: and your doom.
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