Eternal Secrets: The Cursed Love of Angel and Demon

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~The Seven deadly sins and the two rusted knight~

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The tales between humans, begin and even myths powerful begin from other worlds a story of ancient times, the holy knight who protected this country used immensely great and powerful magic. They were both feared and we're revered, however, there was a group who betrayed their country and turned their bloades toward the remaining Knight. To the mass, they were known as the seven deadly sins.
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In a hazy, dreamlike memory, veiled in black-and-white, a vision of unparalleled beauty unfolds. I see her-an enchanting woman with cascading raven curls that fade to a soft gray. She wears a short, off-shoulder milkmaid dress, its white fabric adorned with delicate frills, the shirred waist perfectly highlighting her curvaceous, dark-skinned form. The dress, both elegant and flowing, clings to her like a second skin.

Her long hair sways with the breeze, framing her face with an ethereal grace. She moves slowly, almost as if in a trance-one arm extended toward the sky, the other resting gently by her side. Her feet lift gracefully, delicate as a swan gliding across water, her motions a seamless blend of elegance and serenity.

A sudden splash of water adds a magical touch as she spins, lifting her leg high in a dance that embodies pure beauty. Pausing mid-movement, her hand comes to rest over her heart, eyes lifted toward the heavens. A glowing white butterfly, fragile as a whisper, lands softly on her finger. She lowers her arm slowly, bringing her hand near her face. Her long, dark curls partially obscure her features, but as she turns toward the unseen observer, her face remains hidden, save for the soft curve of her full, supple lips.

Those lips move in a silent rhythm, forming words that hover just beyond my understanding. Though the message is elusive, the first letter appears to be an "M." She smiles-an enigmatic, knowing smile-and mouths words that send a chill through me: "Wake up... wake... up... WAKE UP!"

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A young woman with dark brown skin jolted awake, her wide eyes darting around as she momentarily forgot she was in the middle of the woods. Her gaze settled on the faintly glowing embers of the fire she had built the night before. Beside it, the soft rise and fall of silver-blue hair indicated a figure curled up near the warmth. Looking up, she noticed the sky painted in soft hues of light blue and orange, signaling the break of dawn, though stars still shimmered brightly, tempting her to wish upon them. She rubbed her forehead, struggling to recall the dream that had startled her awake or the reason for her sudden alertness.

Pushing her long, curly black hair with gray ombre over her shoulder, she glanced toward her little sister. Rising from the grass-covered ground, she quietly stepped away from the camp and made her way toward a small pond nearby. Kneeling by the edge, she dipped her hands into the cool, clear water, rinsing them up to her arms and shoulders. The water soothed the sweat and dirt clinging to her thick thighs and feet. Droplets fell from her forehead, trickling down to the middle of her warm, dark brown cleavage as she wiped her brow.

She let out a puff of breath.

"I should make something to eat," she thought, her eyes shifting from her reflection in the water to the fish swimming lazily beneath the surface. "I guess cooked fish will do for today before we head out." She murmured softly, placing her fingers into the pond, swirling them gently. The small to medium-sized fish swam closer, nibbling curiously at her fingertips.

As the sun continued to rise, casting a golden glow over the landscape, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the distance. Two figures in armor trudged up a nearby hill, their movements slow and labored. The first figure, clad in rusty gray-silver armor, led the way. Behind them, another figure in rusty black armor struggled to keep pace, falling slightly behind.