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"Does the idea of life after death fascinate you, child?" His hands were dancing along the strings of the violin tuning the instrument till it made a shriek as the bow slid down the strings. I watched, hands behind my back. I bit my lip and faced the archangel in front of me. The way the bow gleamed against the light. I knew what he was proposing for me. Hiding in a realm of pain and hurt, he was the only one who truly brought mercy to those in agony. I looked up at him, as if I was being judged, the small tremors of words resounding around the room, telling me that they would find another principality, that Sarvente would easily take me into. But I had already made up my mind. I placed my hand to my heart and kneeled down. "I choose to accept the grace and mercy of my archangel." ⚠ Warning! Cussing and teenage themes! NO SMUT! No lemons! Lemon monsters? Maybe. But lemons no.⚠
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