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Caído.
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Ongoing, First published Dec 29, 2017
Ander era un chico que a primera vista parecía alguien vulgar y del montón,pero no es nada de las dos cosas. Por que él en realidad es un ángel caído más conocido por el nombre de Turel. 

Turel siempre fue un ángel amable y compasivo,pero en su interior guardaba un profundo odio a los seres humanos que lo llevo a dejarse engañar por Lucifer y su séquito de traidores a Dios. Debido a esto Dios no tuvo otra opción más que castigar a uno de sus hijos. 

Debido a sus crímenes y a su odio a los humanos Dios decidió que el mejor castigo para Turel sería desterrarlo del cielo y obligarle a renacer en aquello que tanto odiaba. Dicho y echo,al poco de la captura de Turel Dios le arrebato su cuerpo inmortal y lo obligo a renacer en el cuerpo de un niño recién nacido perdiendo así sus recuerdos de su vida como ángel. Pero esto no acaba aquí con su destierro una gran guerra se ocasiono:Demonios contra Ángeles y Ander tiene un importante papel en ella.


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