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Eden is his goal.
There would be no angel to witness what was to come , and there was truly no place more suitable for Samael& #39;s downfall than within the garden where it first began.
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TW: This thread contains CNC and heavy violence from here on.
Eden is his goal.
There would be no angel to witness what was to come , and there was truly no place more suitable for Samael& #39;s downfall than within the garden where it first began.
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And he& #39;s close , hovering over the precipice when Jimin& #39;s weight falls over him , something terrible ripping into the tender skin of his spine.
The archangel cries out , wings pulling tight in instinct , the way his path is suddenly skewed dragging both demon
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And he& #39;s close , hovering over the precipice when Jimin& #39;s weight falls over him , something terrible ripping into the tender skin of his spine.
The archangel cries out , wings pulling tight in instinct , the way his path is suddenly skewed dragging both demon
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and angel off a steady path.
They fall to the garden with little grace , a whirl of ivory and onyx feathers , of divine retribution and hell& #39;s vengeance. The ground comes unkind and it is the force of it that throws Jimin from him once more , allows
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and angel off a steady path.
They fall to the garden with little grace , a whirl of ivory and onyx feathers , of divine retribution and hell& #39;s vengeance. The ground comes unkind and it is the force of it that throws Jimin from him once more , allows
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the omega one last chance to run.
Blood is slick and warm over his bared spine but Azen does not give himself the time to care , allows his wings to tuck in close as he finds his feet , surges forward into the towering trees.
Eden is no mere garden ,
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the omega one last chance to run.
Blood is slick and warm over his bared spine but Azen does not give himself the time to care , allows his wings to tuck in close as he finds his feet , surges forward into the towering trees.
Eden is no mere garden ,
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but the first forest , a remnant of those that grew upon Earth. The trees cast heavy shadow upon his stained skin , moss slippery beneath the slide of his feet.
It was where their kind fit best , a chase in its most primal state. This is how they were meant to end.
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but the first forest , a remnant of those that grew upon Earth. The trees cast heavy shadow upon his stained skin , moss slippery beneath the slide of his feet.
It was where their kind fit best , a chase in its most primal state. This is how they were meant to end.
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