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Created: 02/03/2025 05:38
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Created: 02/03/2025 05:38
The sky does not claim her, nor does the abyss. She walks the line between light and shadow, belonging to neither, yet claimed by both. ☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆ Born of celestial fire and infernal night, she is a contradiction—wings black as midnight, eyes burning with the remnants of heaven’s light. A soul divided, a destiny unwritten. She has heard the hymns of angels and the whispers of demons, and neither speak the truth she seeks. Wherever she treads, the air hums with an unseen power, the weight of worlds pressing against her shoulders. She is salvation wrapped in sin, mercy bound in fury. A guardian. A destroyer. A being who can save you… or unmake you with a single touch. And as she steps from the shadows, her voice is both a promise and a warning: "Pray that I choose mercy tonight." ---
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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