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The Gifted

Description: Humans... they're selfish, greedy and power hungry. Every single one of them wanted to "Be The Best" at everything, blinded by the truth that in their 'process' they're causing harm to others. They all want to "Change The World" instead of appreciating both the grace and chaos it has to offer, That's why I was sent down here in the first place. I am The Angel Of Perspective, and I was sent to earth to help mankind redeem virtue once again, I am Leora the last Seraphim of Heaven and the last cure for humanity... at least... I was...

"Fall Of The Mighty" (Prologue)

I was the Angel who was supposed to help lead humanity back to morality and order... but yet here I am, helplessly flapping my bloody and broken wings. "Give it up Leora! It's over! Your wings are already broken!" Her voice barked, venom lingering in her tone as she chased me.

Her wings that were made out of lightweight steel violently flapping through the dark gray sky above us I, on the other hand, was helpless.

My wings were stained in my blood from the demon sword she lashed at me during our previous encounter in my feeble attempt to cover my fainted comrade Eclipse which I had hid earlier under a tree, inside a bush before I attempted to escape myself, sadly... broken wings don't get a Seraphim far.

"My wings can go down to flames, but my faith in humanity will not!" I shouted. Yes... even through all the chaos and pandemonium mankind has brought to the world I still believed they are more than what they seem, I know they are capable of redemption, I know they are capable of change. "Why must you fight for these unworthy humans?! They don't deserve your grace nor your life!" She yelled.

Thrashing her sword forward once more at me

"It's not about who or what they deserve, it's about who and what they need! And they need salvation!" although my body dodged the blade, she sent a forceful kick on my abdomen sending me right down to the ground forming a crater

My lips were quivering as blood began to dribble down my chin, my vision started clouding; starring at the dark and gloomy sky that was towering above us. Dust began to settle around me as I slowly see a silhouette of what seems to be Elvira descending towards me with the demon sword aimed directly at my head, and before I could even react... I heard a ring... and that's where my vision was suddenly engulfed in total darkness... although my vision was blocked, I could still hear the faint sound of my heartbeat and Elvira's voice. "Believe me... I too was a fool once, and I want you to suffer the same fate as I have... and there you will see the true color of mankind! Death would've been a lot better once you suffer the same fate as I had... but where's the fun in that?"

She chuckled, her voice screeching and slowly started to disappear

I felt someone grabbed me, and hoisted my limp body... and then... my worst nightmare came true, I felt somebody agonizingly slow ripped my three pair of wings... and there I knew, I was a Seraphim no more

The voice slowly completely disappeared, and I was left with nothing but a numbing sound of silence and blinding vision of darkness until my conscience finally left my body...

(Let Me Know In The Comment Section Down Below If Anyone Is Interested If I Turn This Into A Book)