Lucifer
Jeanette Ricoangels mythologyarchangel azraelangels creepypasta
I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors.
Each woman steps forward with their dove-colored wings extended and flaming swords held tightly between their fists. War’s eyes, armor and sword, are the color of crimson. Deaths are black, and Pestilence’s glow neon green.
I smile at each woman. “War, Death, Pestilence. It has been a long time.”
They each give me a respectful bow keeping their swords at their sides. War steps forward and looks me over, “Estamos aqui para tu servicio, hermana.” We are here at your service, sister.
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