My black wings beat against the night air, the cool wind rushing around me. Doomed in this state as the dark angel, I am to roam this Earth, carrying those spirits who are condemned and give them to Satan. With each beat of my wings, a new spirit is to be taken up in my arms to be handed away to live in agony. I am travelling by night, only by night, never to see the light of day again.

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