Shot and beated down,
forgotten in enemy's ground.
Wearing a dirty, torn, black dress,
with a perfect angelic body injured.
Time for the life withing her to be claimed
Shall she be chosen between Light and Darkness.
Claws and fangs lurking within the night,
battlefield revealed by the moonlight.
A sky's creature stalks these lands,
looking for his mistress.
Scars turning back into smooth skin,
(as the cure being a moist lick)
Pleasure and tension are shared by the blood bond,
wiping tears and any trace of fear away.
But it's a high price to pay,
In order to keep the world's balance,
If someone lives,
Somebody had to die!
Stealing a truthful passionate kiss,
the loyal Night Fury
offers his heart
so as to save his mistress' life.
Resting a delicate pale hand
on his chest, covered with black feathers,
(which moves up and down
in such an eerie speed)
the fallen angel screams her legacy
Freedom!
Her eyes become white,
her heart stops beating,
her body returns to the sky,
her seed full fills its transition.
Ripping out her mom's heart
'the source of an immortal's power'
and devouring it, like a famished cub,
The Nephilum rises
and a new era begins.
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