When lights and shadows clash, and chaos ruled the earth, humans were left with nothing but fear. Fear for their lives. Fear of not witnessing tomorrow. Fear of the unknown. And what does fear bring forth in times of need? Faith. Not faith in one God or good Saints. It was a wandering one. A faith with no anchor. A grantee-less gift of a prayer, yet still was one. Mere souls of mortals united as one, drowning in weep and screams. Muffled voices and sorrowful howls of agony, yet the cries of their hearts were clear as the first dawn... and it was loud. A deafening plea of hope and mercy. A desperate call that was answered in a bolt of lightning. And that was when they were born. Seraphs. The chosen humans who shall wield the power of the holiests of holies, the Archangels. A mission for humans to save their race. An answer to their prayer. arts by sempiternus and @seidmanartAll Rights Reserved
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