She stood before everyone with her wings spread wide. No one would disagree that her soul was the purest and her beauty was deeper than her skin.
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Death – The Dark Art of Necromancy [Part I]
She jumped back, startled at the loud crashing sound that revibirated through the alley. Ruined buildings loomed over her casting strange shadows on the moonlit ground and the steadily growing breeze added to her uneasiness.