El Caballero Divino
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"Guerra" eso es a lo que nosotros llamamos vida,tras la alianza entre los Demonios y los Angeles caidos, Stima la alianza que estaba conformaba por las Hadas,Gigantes,Humanos que eran liderados por los angeles se vio en un apuro.La Diosa Hestia para igualar la balanza de poder le otorgo 10 Gracia a 10 diferentes humanos estos fueron llamados los caballero divinos.Aqui es donde entro soy uno de los Caballero Divinos que terminara esta guerra pero parece que hubo un acontecimiento que cambiara mi vida.
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