Valkyrie
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Life is pain. Ever wonder why?
The meaning of life is punishment for misdeeds done in another lifetime, another world. Angel's crimes are met with imprisonment on Earth, so when Grace Matthews dies unexpectedly, her boyfriend, Milo, is devastated. Yet as he discovers more about the story of the entire Human Race, Milo is lead into a world of magic, power struggles, and rebellion.
Who is leading this rebellion against Heaven? The Devil herself.
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