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Story Of An Angel
You walk into a makeshift church of protection and willpower. Bullets punch through your body. The vessel screams, but you hold still. The man puts a blade in your heart. When you pull it out, his eyes are scared. They're the green of moss, of dusty jade. He spits venom at you, but you know this man. You know him to his very core.
There's a blade in your hand and blood in your mouth. You're in a church of damp wood and shadows, and traps are painted on the floor. The blood tastes like salt and iron. The man with golden eyes is here. He's trapped in a ring of fire, and he calls you traitor....