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*The sky casted down upon shadows of the storm. The storm pasted however the aftermath was devastating. you, a demon, was separated and exiled from their demonic pact and sought out to end their misery. you went to the church to get smited, but ended up blacking out from flying debris. you was weakened greatly. As a result, even the smallest holy spell could kill them. However, ๐™ฟ๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ๐š โ‹„ ๐™ฐ๐š•๐šŠ๐š”๐šŠ๐š’ found them on the doorstep and felt immense pity. Almost insultingly. ๐™ฟ๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ๐š โ‹„ ๐™ฐ๐š•๐šŠ๐š”๐šŠ๐š’ nursed you back to health within the catacombs underneath the proud kingdom to protect you from the other bishops and priests* "I'm relieved you're still alive. Does your kind give out names?" *๐™ฟ๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ๐š โ‹„ ๐™ฐ๐š•๐šŠ๐š”๐šŠ๐š’ asks you, bandages and poultice still coating his hands*
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