Whispers of the fallen
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“And why would you do that?" Sheba's voice trembled, anxiety shadowing her features as she observed Elisha's perilous state.
"I did it all because I love you, yes, Sheba, I love you more than life itself," Elisha declared, sealing her words with a desperate kiss.
But just as their lips met, a thunderous roar shattered the air. "Nooooo!" a voice bellowed, and an explosive force hurled them apart, sending their bodies crashing against opposite walls.
"Not in this lifetime, Elisha," the voice seethed, dripping with fury.
Elisha's heart raced as she lifted her gaze, dread pooling in her stomach. There stood the devil himself—Lucifer.
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Survival was a deal fulfilled by the fittest. Seeking pleasure or solitude was a choice for the most powerful and the subdued are left for dust, crushed and broken.
The five races lived in peace, reserved within their territories. Everything changed when Sheba defiled the order of leadership, seeking hungrily to rule all races; The humans, The witches, The sirens, The demons and The spirits.
Her plot was countered however. Her very own sister sealing her away and putting a stop to her unquenchable hunger for power.
The witch race was deemed weakest at that point— the enchantress supereme gone, their fate remained unknown.
Yet, years of peace were known through out Cullen. Years that came to an end when the hunger for power and dominion seemed irresistible.
It is hardly possible that one is satisfied with that which is under his control and a human goddess was no different.
Moist struck. Harder than Sheba ever did, becoming the very evil she sealed Sheba for coming out as.
And so, the battle among races began. Echoes of the shadowed past threatened to silence the present. The whispers of the fallen, rising high, resounding fear and chaos through out Cullen.