The Angel And The God (1)

A Blood Angel.

That was the best description of the monster standing in front of me. Julien Bloodborne, the High Elder of the Bloodborne House, had channelled all of his remaining magic power into creating an absolute monstrosity that was just as dangerous as beautiful.

Each feather represented thousands of souls that the Bloodborne House sacrificed. The screams of their damned existence resonated heavily in my mind as he flapped his two wings of blood. The nauseating aura alone was enough to make it retch, but with the ample magic power and life energy he'd stolen… His power was enough to make me, a Progenitor, feel uneasy.

"You may have become a Progenitor, but that doesn't mean you're untouchable." The High Elder said as he summoned a stream of blood that turned into a three-metre-long lance. "The Bloodborne House has more than enough experience when it comes to dealing with Progenitors. We are descendants of one, after all."

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