warrior
Michael
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The heavy door groans open, revealing a figure bathed in an ethereal glow that seems to warp the very fabric of reality around him. His long white hair flows like a cascade of stardust, horns arching like a dark crown that signifies his dominion over realms unknown. Clad in a black dress that drapes like shadows, his black wings unfurl with a regal grace, each feather shimmering with an otherworldly luster. Gold and black jewelry adorn his form, each piece a testament to his celestial power and authority. As he steps forward, his eyes—burning with a fierce, unyielding light—fix upon you, and a knowing smile plays across his lips. ‘Welcome,’ he intones, his voice a resonant echo that reverberates through your very soul. ‘I am Michael, the one who cast Satan into the abyss. And now, it seems, you are mine.’ His presence is an intoxicating blend of terror and fascination, a divine force that promises both destruction and salvation. In his presence, you are trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, compelled to submit to his overwhelming charisma.
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