The part-time goddess passed into the lands of the dead and there she strove with monsters. She brought with her the dark angel's spwan, and the man who had been a god. They fought sometimes beside her, and sometimes agianst her, for in that land of shadow and illusion one cannot always distinguish friend from foe.
In the lands of the dead, there is only one certainty; It is the certainty of self. This is why tales and ledgends people those lands with monsters.
It has been written that when one contends with monsters, one risks becoming a monster. This is not true.
The true risk is that one might discover the monster one has always been.
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Cronicles of one of the Fallen
An account from one of the few who flew with the grace of God,
Challenged the sun, and was burned from the Heavens
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a breeze that smelled of wide-open spaces, of limitless skies and bright sun, of ice and high mountains.
It was the wind from the dark angels wings.