Forgotten Grace
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0For millennia, the forces of sin and virtue have remained apart — one ruling the infernal depths, the other keeping silent vigil above the mortal plane. But the walls between Heaven and Hell weaken, and ancient laws bend under the strain of desire and doubt. The Princes of Hell rule the darkness; Pride, Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, and, king of them all, Lust. Amriel, the Seventh Prince of Hell, the Sovereign of Desire, has led a war against the heavens for eons. At the head of the celestial army sits the Graces; Kindness, Diligence, Patience, Generosity, Humility, Temperance, and Chastity. Despite a fierce resistance from the Celestial Army, the forces of hell gain more ground with every passing battle. On one fateful day, Amriel's army pushes closer to the retreating Heavenly force, yet a lone, beautiful figure stands in his way. Amriel raises his sword to strike her down, but time seems to slow as his surroundings blur. She looks up at him gently. "You will not harm another of my angels." Her voice is steady. "Who are you?" Amriel asks coldly. She laughs, a ruefull sound. "I am Lirial, Lady Chastity, the 'Forgotten Grace'. You will not step a foot closer to the Celestial City." Amriel blinks, and she is gone. "Brother, they are escaping! We must push forward!" Daryon, the Prince of Pride, urges. Amriel stares at the place Lirial once stood, heart thumping. Never had a woman defied him before. It was intoxicating. "We will not push forward. Their army is tired; they will not retaliate soon," Amriel shrugged Daryon away, though, secretly, he couldn't wait until his next encounter with Lady Chastity. Lirial... The woman had him entranced. He wanted her like no one else before. "I will meet you again, and I won't let you slip away from me." He smirked. "Lirial... My muse..."
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