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"Michael," a grunt tire voice rang in a fiery hall of bones. At the far end of the hall is a man with dreaded boney hands chained by a green snake-like fire. "Lucifer," Michael stare at his Brother. 

"Haa… another one has fallen," the chilling howling of a crowd echoes. "Yesss… they are coming back home," dragging his voice as his red demonic eyes open staring at the White Robed Michael who has his wings hidden behind his back.

"Farewell Brother, May Father see your sacrifice." Michael flapped his wings vanishing from the green Netherland filled with death and demons. 

"More souls are coming, must… endure……" Lucifer's eyes dimmed again, rest was the only luxury he have earn in bearing the responsibility.


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Author Note:

Hello! To those who blessed my writing with a few minutes of their time to scroll through. Thank you! I'm not a professional writer or even a native English speaker. I strive to bring you a vivid world where you can dream to sleep in.

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