And there came a day when the god of dust and ashes raised up its hammer against the dark angel.
the hammer was lifted piecemeal, and each piece was a person, and to each person the god of dust and ashes wispered: This do for me, and receive in payment your fondest desire.
Each person, each piece said yes, and in so saying became the hammer of the blind god.
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Cronicles of one of the Fallen
An account from one of the few who flew with the grace of God,
Challenged the sun, and was burned from the Heavens
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a breeze that smelled of wide-open spaces, of limitless skies and bright sun, of ice and high mountains.
It was the wind from the dark angels wings.