My Fallen Angel

My Fallen Angel

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♡ Aria Keryll ♡ They threw me out. I'm an outcast. Never to touch the stars again. I stay hidden in this chaotic city. Throwing myself in my art, trying to ignore the pain they had caused me. He was the first one to ever see me. To ever help me. To give me guidance. To love me. Or so I thought. He was a king. I'm just a pawn in this stupid war for this destructive city. ♧ Arzad Vanderston ♧ I hate him. He took everything from me. I built myself up, brick by brick. Creating walls to protect myself. Then I see her. And everything falls. I tried to push her away. This city is what I need. To destroy him is all I need. It's all I believed for so long. But when she fell from the stars, my walls crumbled. I'll protect her. I'll give her the safety she needs from this cruel city I rule. She tries to look like a pawn, but she's my queen. He will never take her from me.
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