Prologue

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"A war is coming, Daniel, and your daughter will play a part in it, whether you agree or not," the Elder warned, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room. A sudden boom filled the space, swallowed by the crackling of hellfire that danced in mysterious patterns.

"She is to remain hidden, oblivious to her lineage. I did not mate with the woman you forced upon me to have her brought into this mess."

"It has been foretold by the seers of Feywood. A woman of blood and a man of fire will help end this war. She is needed on our side. What of the angels? Have they claimed her yet?" Silence fell, broken only by the Elder's unsettling words.

"The angels have not spoken since her birth. They were disgusted with such a being."

"In that case, Daniel, you must turn her. Get her to relinquish her angelic form and follow the Fallen to end this war once and for all. If you are not up to the task, there are more brethren willing. Is that right, Jake?" Another man entered the room, his features obscured by shadows. "Yes, Elder. I am willing."

"Perfect. The matter is settled. She must be delivered as a Fallen to Obsidian Keep within five years. Now go!"

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