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The Celestials Prison - Project Archangel

The Celestial is a symbol of the divine, a pillar stretching high into the heavens. It is worshipped for the blessings it brought upon the world. Extraordinary power, revolutionary tools, and beings beyond understanding. Bearing its power will not only change your fate, but the fate of the world. The noble Pendragon family, once known for their brutally efficient art of war, are revered for their effort and contribution in the field of medicine. They established the Helios Hospital of Medical Research and Development, sharing their years of work for the ongoing betterment of the angels. House Pendragon is loved by their people for this. But following the end of the war between angels and demons, they do not relish in this praise, for they always remember the pain and loss for that advancement. Upon acquiring the power of the Darkeater, Sirin Pendragon, daughter of Siba, enthusiastically put forward the proposition that would go on to inspire the creation of Project Archangel. Ironically, the very thing that would destroy House Pendragon. "The Darkeater even allows for the creation of matter at even the intricacies of the cellular level! We can create entire organs, bones, even limbs at will! Why in the world would the demons be so quiet about this? It's potential is limitless!" Eos, Yami, Nova, and Zeus enjoy the simple days they spend together with their mother. However, each day becomes more mundane as nothing ever changes. Their mother couldn't have ever controlled the children's growing curiosity, the will to satiate the senses with experiences they weren't yet privy too is only natural. It was the same for herself as well. But upon warning them of the vast, mysterious, and evil world beyond the forest surrounding their little home, she realized the truth was simply inevitable no matter what she did to hide it.
CelestialDuck · 5.9K Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 1.5K Views
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