The Last Hallelujah

The Last Hallelujah

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"We are the forsaken, we are the damned, the unloved and the forgotten. We are bound to the chains of our sins and guilt held by our betters. A constant reminder of our wrong doings. Why should they care about us? We have been deemed unworthy, unfit for the Lord. We serve no purpose to our betters, but then again we have no betters." Sebastian Lightwood never imagined himself associated with Lucifer, leave alone falling from God's good graces. Abandoned, alone, unloved and forgotten, Sebastian has found a new purpose in his life fueled by the mishaps of his tortured past. He is the darkness to the light, the hope for the hopeless and the battle cry of the blood thirsty soldiers seeking power and vengeance. Hell hath no fury like this angel scorned.
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