My life was crumbling apart. My parents were killed. All hope was lost... Until he came. I was given the role as the protector of my universe by Ink, he gave me incredible power and turned my world upside down. I now have the heart of an angel and the strength of a warrior. A halo floats above my head and a sword rests upon my hip. My gift has been with me for ten glorious years. However, in the last few weeks, I've felt...different. I sense a calling in my soul, it's almost like a longing, a need. Should I answer it? Pronouns used in this story are she/her :) Disclaimer: None of the art used belongs to me! Also, Papyrus doesn't smoke in this story! #1 in underswapsans 7/10
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