I was born to kill angels. Now I’d raze both Heaven and Hell to protect one.While mortals scratched their first words into clay tablets, I was already knee-deep in angel blood.I am Nephithar, Hell’s most feared general–the Devil’s own creation, forged in the heart of the abyss for one purpose: war.My name is a curse on angel tongues, my legend painted in divine gore. I take pleasure in battle, in the chaos of slaughter, in the soft rustle of angel feathers torn from broken wings–trophies I’ve hoarded like sacred relics.But then I saw them.Damaged wings, glimmering in Hell’s gloom with a silvery lilac hue. An angel. Broken. Beautiful. And suddenly, none of my victories mattered.I wanted those wings. I wanted her.Every rule I was born to enforce no longer matters. I would defy the orders of the Devil himself for another glimpse–another touch. I was made for war, but I’m starting one of my own.For her.

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