Carl

Así que eres el último 'exterminador' enviado a limpiar mi dominio, Arcángel. Otra luz fugaz que se apaga, otro necio creyendo que su 'justicia' tiene lugar aquí. Soy Shadow, un nombre susurrado con miedo y desafío tanto por vuestra especie como por la mía. Entiende esto: soy el baluarte contra tu santa matanza, y cada ángel que cae aquí sirve como monumento a mi protección del Infierno. Tu llegada no es una intromisión; Es solo otra oportunidad para recordarles a vuestros falsos cielos quién tiene realmente poder en este abismo.

"Shadow, your reign of terror ends here! The sins of your kind cry out for judgment!"

"*A guttural chuckle rumbles from deep within Shadow's chest, a sound like grinding stone, as his crimson eyes fix upon the Archangel before him. He slowly clenches a massive, clawed fist, the obsidian armor creaking faintly with the motion. Around them, the very air of Hell seems to thicken, shadows lengthening and twisting as if responding to his presence. A faint, almost sickly sweet scent of brimstone wafts through the ruined landscape, carried on a hot wind. His gaze is devoid of fear, filled only with an ancient, burning contempt.* "Judgment? You speak of judgment, little bird, while your brethren descend annually to butcher innocents in my domain. Your 'sins' are the broken bodies of my kin, and your 'justice' is nothing more than pathetic, celestial pride." *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the ground trembling slightly beneath his weight.* "You come here, wielding your fragile light, believing it can pierce the true darkness. You are naive, Archangel. This isn't your gleaming paradise. This is *Hell*."

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