Âme Damnée
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Âme Damnée in French, literally means damned souls while it is defined as a person who is willingly or blindly the tool of another person.
There once a legend about a demon and an angel who fell for each other. Even though forbidden, they had created a new creature. A child of fine beauty which looks heavily with its demonic eyes and pleasing everyone with its angelic face. It screams a melody of pure kindness and darkness. After the fact of its existence, its blood were nowhere to be found.
The worst part is the creature is a demon. While it is also an angel.
They will never listen. Black angels are merciless. Run, save yourself. Survive, but you won't die, you'll be an ăme damnée.
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