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Mysteria_Academy
The fallen angel smiled. Overlooking the holy war, she enjoyed the spectacle as swords slashed flesh and spears pierced hearts. What drew her to the battlefield was not the bloodshed, but instead the brilliant flash of the souls of the slain as they faded from existence.
In the past, the seraph had listened to the prayers of warriors and visited the battlefield. What awaited the angel was a hell unlike any she had ever experienced. The blood of the dead, pooling into a crimson lake both shocked and fascinated her.
Drawn by the darkness, the seraph was corrupted. Wielding her sword against those she would protect, slaying the ones she should save, the seraph threw off the yokes of divinity and embraced the freedom of chaos. Peace became a fleeting dream, drowned out by walls of despair.
With corruption came enlightenment. Scarlet rivulets flowed from the corpses of the dead. The seraph had an epiphany. The souls of humans could only truly shine while in conflict, fed by the fear of death and a primal urge to kill.
