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The Devil's Consort

[MATURE CONTENT] They say the devil has no soul, that his heart had frozen over as soon as he was cast down from the heavens and tumbled straight into hell. They say a man like him could never love, that he is merely an empty shell devoid of romantics, driven only by the twisted nature of his games, the thrilling chill of lust, and of death. But I know differently. Some say he is beautiful- dancing through the night with a seductive sway of his body and a tender caress of his honeyed word that could make any mortal fall, others berate him as a monster. When I was younger, I never used to know what to believe. Never knew which legends told the truth, and which ones voiced a lie. Until one day, I tumbled straight into hell- straight into him. And that's when my whole world changed forever.

Wolfgirl1215 · Fantasia
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A city gone up in flames

"The angel's have descended from Elysium to the Upper Realm. It is likely they have realised you no longer reside there and are trying to search for you to take you back, stop short the course of the prophecy if you will. The only issue is they do not appear to be doing this passively. Dreyfus has sensed a huge influx in magic in the Upper Realm…" he pauses, his face screwing up in pain, before adding: "Coming from the direction of Vriryn Palace."

My stomach goes cold. 

A terrified anticipation gnaws away at my mind, my brain spinning with thoughts and questions that lead us only further from the answers. From the look on Valerian's face, and the uneasy, fretful glances that are being exchanged round the room, it would be a safe assumption to make that the angels have not pulled this stunt for a very long time. Perhaps ever.