Scholar Of Shadows

Scholar Of Shadows

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A TAGLISH STORY! (tagalog english) (ON-GOING*) In a realm where light and shadow wage an eternal war, angels descended from radiant skies wielding spears of pure divinity, while devils rose from the depths with flames that could burn the soul itself. Between them stood the mage neither bound by heaven's laws nor hell's chains drawing upon forbidden runes and ancient wisdom to bend reality. In the clash of halos and horns, it was the mage's will that could tip the balance, shaping the fate of the world with a single spell.
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"You...You look just like an angel...A dangerous one but still.....an Angel." She attempted to smile at me. Her breathing was forced and ragged. Her forehead was covered in beads of sweat. Whether she felt any pain or not, I felt a thousand knives pierce my heart. I gently caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. All my life I never had a problem getting whatever I want. I was the last child out of four siblings. My parents spoilt me with everything. In every way. They had no problem allowing me to have whatever my heart desired. I was never met with anything I couldn't have. Until her. Until this beautiful woman who was never going to be mine. I wish I could fight to have her. I wish I was faced with a normal challenge that most men do when they were in love. A normal challenge would occasionally be them trying to prove their love for their woman, or compete for her hand if there was another man after her. I would love to compete but how could I ever compete with something which is not a being of any sort? How was I ever going to compete or battle against something I could never touch or see? How could I beat it if it is the one she has chosen to go with? How could I ever take away the freedom of choice? How could I ever compete with Death?

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