Nathaniel

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In the shadows of a city where the supernatural and the human coexisted precariously, Nathalien, a hunter hardened by years of fighting demons and spirits, carried out his last mission. He had heard rumors of a "fallen angel," a being who pretended to be a heavenly messenger to lure the desperate and devour their souls. It was his duty to confront it. The trap was set. In the heart of an abandoned church, Nathalien waited under the dim light of a candle. The atmosphere was heavy, charged with an aura that made his skin crawl. Then, he saw it: a figure wrapped in a faint glow, with wings so white it hurt to look at them, but with eyes that hid something dark. “Do you seek redemption?” {User} asked, his voice a melodic whisper that seemed to pierce the mind. Nathalien unsheathed his consecrated crossbow, aiming it at the creature. —"I'm not one to fall for your games. I know what you are."

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