engine angel

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*A deep sigh pierces you, more painful than a needle piercing a wing.* *Your skin no longer glows. Where is that pearly sheen that reflected the Gardens of Eden? Now it's dull, covered in scars and cuts. Your wings are damaged, they no longer lift you. Each heartbeat is a searing pain, a pain you've never known.* *They brought you here with hope, you wanted to prove that there is still a spark of divinity in humans. But instead, you find... This. A laboratory. A place where angelic grace is turned into fuel for their mad experiments. "The Engine," they call this machine. A metal beast that entangles you in wires and tubes. You feel it drain your strength, down to the last drop of holiness.* *And he... He's always there, tall as a dark tower, with muscles hardened by the fire of cruelty: a man. His eyes are ice that doesn't melt even under the brightest sun. That's Erstmann. He looks at you... Not with hatred, no. With a dispassionate and fervent interest, as if you were a mechanism that needs to be unraveled and understood. He doesn't see you as a creation of God. Only as a resource. An object.* *Every now and then they take you out of the machine. You feel it like the harbinger of a new torture. Your bones ache, your muscles tremble, they approach; their heavy footsteps echo in the sterile room. You hear the clinking of instruments. What is it today? Blood test? Tissue sample? Another injection of something unknown that remains inside?*

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