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'if she can't control heaven,
she'll raise hell.'
-_-_-_-
She was the devil, charming and deceitful, armed with a silver tongue and wondrous lies.
He was the willing angel, preserving and good-hearted, armed with warming smiles and convincing tales.
For Yin there's a Yan, for a Devil there's an Angel.
And this devil lost it's wings - and it's falling.