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Angels are a very special race that can branch in two directions. The normal, white-feathered angels that take the actual name of 'Angels' or 'Angels of the Lord', and the black-feathered ones who have rebelled against the Lord but follow no one are typically called 'Dark Angels'.
Regular angels, aka Angels of the Lord, are white-feathered beings who had died and gone to Heaven. They are usually seen in a 'human' form, where they look similar to how they were when alive, but with white wings that can differ in size depending on gender.
Male angels have large wings that are delicate. They are large enough to wrap around themselves, but are not strong enough to use as protection, unlike the women's wings; they are long and strong, but are not large enough to cover their entire body. The same is true for both Angels of the Lord and Dark Angels.
Angels of the Lord are very different than
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Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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