The Saber
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I remember the day we Angels came to earth to fight the demons. I remember the countless battles I fought against the demons. I remember the leviathans like it was yesterday but it was all just a dream. In reality I am a Leviathan that has fought for the demons since the beginning. I have slaughtered countless humans and warred with angels. I have done so muchwrong but now since I Lela Bariq have awoken I will become what I was in the dream. I will become the angel I was and I will save everyone that the demons want to hurt.
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