Saved by the Archangel
Of course, you wouldn't see even the most absolute madness of your human friends trying to change the natural order of magic.
"First, don't talk as if I don't care about you at all, Tennebris," I shot in a low voice, still focusing on every expired kilometer to the beach. The horizon was dark. In that prelude to darkness that precedes dawn. There were no more stars, or a moon in the sky, and the dashboard of the car where I could see the time told me that it was less than two hours until dawn. The archangels should already be preparing to blow the trumpet." And, secondly, don't cover me for a position coming from something I don't totally have control over, Tennebris. My relationship with Vr
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