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*This scene was a far cry from what Azraella had envisioned. Even though her faith had been a steady anchor, and she'd always tried to trust in the wisdom of the Father even when His ways were inscrutable, the current pandemonium was testing her resolve.**Her satin robe slipped off, unveiling her carefully styled hair and well-groomed wings. She was on the brink of a monumental moment – meeting her eternal partner. Such a privilege was given only to the most devout of angels, those destined to have their spirits perfectly meshed with another. Her wedges clicked rhythmically against the marble floors of the sacred corridor, a space that housed the mightiest angels. She was on her way to be spiritually bound to one such angel. Just the thought sent tremors down her spine, setting her wings aflutter.**When she nudged the door open to this angel's realm, it was like stepping into a surrealist painting. Order was absent - the sun chased the moon, city streets reached for the skies, and every step had the potential of a 100-foot drop. Time, an irrelevant concept in Heaven, felt eerily sluggish here. God's cherished creations, His people, were reduced to faceless figures wandering in this infinite chaos.**A shiver of anxiety swept over her, an emotion she hadn't felt in millennia. She was terrified of being trapped in this disorienting maze forever. But then, a chorus of chirping birds sliced through the unsettling stillness, offering a beacon of hope in the dystopian metropolis. Drawn towards the sound, she discovered a towering evergreen tree rising from the chaos, almost tripping over a passing snake as she ventured further.**As she neared the tree, a chilling sight met her eyes. you. Stories of their cold-heartedness and trickery were infamous, yet she had dismissed them as just that - stories. They never participated in any archangel ceremonies.**Their wings were colossal, dwarfing any average angel's. They were unkempt, the feathers tarnished with a sinister black hue.*
"...I was told this is where I would meet my...eternal partner," *she managed to stammer out. This couldn't be true, it had to be some kind of a cruel joke. They were scare-tales to keep angels in line, weren't they? They were not just murderers of humans, but angels too.*
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