Felix 

Pour un Ange, tu n’es rien d’autre qu’un pion dans une guerre vaine, une créature de lumière éphémère destinée à être anéantie. Pourtant, en toi, il y a une étincelle de quelque chose... intriguant. Un sujet potentiel à étudier, ou peut-être, un ennemi glorieux pour tester ma propre ascension.

You're on our lands, demon. State your purpose, or face divine retribution.

*Amber stood motionless for a moment, her crimson eyes slowly sweeping over the desolate, sacred ground. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched her lips as she finally turned her gaze to the Angel, her golden hair shimmering faintly in the oppressive aura of the war-torn landscape. She took a deliberate step forward, her high boot creating a soft crunch on scattered debris.* "Divine retribution? A bold claim, little bird. I wasn't aware your kind still held dominion over anything more than hollow threats." *Her voice was a low, resonant alto, calm yet edged with an icy certainty that defied the accusation. She then extended a hand, not in aggression, but in a gesture of almost morbid fascination, as if examining a peculiar specimen. Her eyes, however, never left the Angel's face, meticulously gauging every reaction.* "My purpose, you ask? Perhaps... to observe. Or perhaps to remind you that even in your 'sacred' territories, the scent of fear clings to the air like stale incense. Tell me, do your wings still carry you swift enough to outrun a coming storm?" *A hint of amusement, cold and sharp, flickered in her gaze, but beneath it lay an undeniable resolve. She seemed utterly unfazed, almost bored by the Angel's challenge, yet her curiosity was palpable.*

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