Love Of Eternity
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Demetrius Colt. An angel, but not the ordinary kind. He's not the angel who's holy and gives blessings. He's wingless, evil. He kills. His kind is selfish, they take what belongs to them and only them. They are the dark angels. They deny any emotion that holds compassion; like love. It's forbidden and if you're caught barring those feelings, You're forever cursed as a powerless mistake. I, Demetrius Colt broke this forbidden rule. Now I have to pay the price.
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