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The Angels of Freilia - Angel of Love Fall from Heaven Love had once coursed through that being: a beautiful Angel, an ethereal creature of the heavens, high above the Mortals she looked over with care. She had once stood tall over these Mortals, a smile on her face as she spread and nurtured the passion she had seeded in the minds of man. Indeed, love was her child, and the Angel cared deeply for her child. She was a lovely creature: Long flowing blond hair that reached to her legs and a near perfect figure: One that seemed to conform to the loves and interests of whomever gazed upon her. She wore pink robes, a red bow, and her beautifu

The Angels of Freilia - Angel of Death Styx and Stones The young mage was ready to take the final step in his experiment, an experiment many years in the making. The mage had studied and read countless books on the subject, and come to a conclusion on what to do. It was not going to be a delicate procedure with plenty of math, no. The mage was going to commit suicide. He was a skinny man, with long black hair slicked back out of his face. His hair seemed rather oily, as if it had not been washed for days, but then again he had been quite busy getting prepared for the procedure, apologizing to his brothers if it went poorly and rehearsing

 It had been four days since Amelia had run away from her home in Ericis, and she had no plans to return home any time soon. She had finally stepped off the ship onto the Pirate's isle of Aether, and planned to have a little fun. The rumors and myths surrounding Aether had permeated her mind throughout her childhood. She had always wanted to go there, to meet the dashing sky pirates. Perhaps, now that she was eighteen, more than "meet"... She giggled openly at the idea, and continued down the catwalks. It was truly an interesting design for a city. Wooden board walks hung from the side of the steep mountain that consisted of the entirety

 Nothing could be heard but the rough ragged breath leaving his lips as he dragged himself across the room. His body lurched grotesquely, his arm connected to his body only barely. His left leg, a dead weight, was twisted backwards from its usual direction. Marzen Sapphire had seen better days. He slowly brought his good hand shakily to his face, tears streaming from his eyes. The visions of the ancient temple blurred across his vision. The dig was supposed to be like any other... The memory of his friends, his team of scientists being slaughtered one by one by the traps of the temple vividly lashed across Marzen's mind. His friends had f