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The. Black Wings

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The world is divided between night and day. Heaven and hell. Angel and Demon. Order must return to the world and only death can give it back to it.
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Chapter 1 - Prolouge

Death is a painful truth. Even to the most beautiful of creatures it brings the end. This thought Anvir, the king of Angels standing on the tallest of the towers in heaven. With a crooked smile. He witnessed the fall of a figure, with black wings down to the pits of hell. Many called this king his highness, others called him Anvir the victorious. But humankind calls him Michael, the slayer of dragons. General of the holy armies, and heir of light. In his had lay a heavy sword, made with the broken wings of the traitor of heavens, Alur, the former monarch, the one they called Lucifer.

Anvir knew he had committed a great crime, the one you get killed for, but Lucifer was not smart enough, and Pride was always a part of him. Of course mother would be angered, but she has been asleep for eons. The thundering sky was black and terrorizing. The temples and houses in the heavens were destroyed, but he stood king with his mighty sword. And no one would be able to touch him.

Thousands of meters below him the figure with black feathers fell to his grave, the land was his biggest fear at the moment. And his wings were not responding. There fell Neios, the youngest of the Angels, holding tight a sword that glowed in a magnificent pure white. His armor was broken and a hood hid his face from the chilly air. His dark robes flickered in the wind as he closed his eyes.

He knew that his life wouldn't last long. Lucifer was gone and no being can fall from heaven without dying. Neios smiled as he thought of his friends. Raphael, Alicarus, his brother Lucifer. Then a tear slipped through his cheek, and his smile turned into a frown. Uriel, the light of his life, he wouldn't see her again. And all for that power thirsty bastard of Anvir.

Death was not enough punishment for him he deserved to be tortured for eternity. He thought as his heart started pounding, and the rocks of the land grew closer. He thought. "May my words be cast to the fire of ages. My Name shall be the threat to everything my brother holds dear and that is Azrael bringer of death." right after that he landed on the ground bringing him to an end