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Heart Of The Fallen

Story

Heart Of The Fallen

They called him an angel once. He stood with the Host, and they carved hell out of the void with blades of light. He was purity. He was purpose. Then he saw her. For a mortal’s smile, he broke every divine law. He committed atrocities that made demons weep. But her heart belonged to another. So, he painted the world red until she had nothing left to love but him.

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