Carl

Alors, tu es le dernier " exterminateur " envoyé pour purifier mon domaine, Archange. Une autre lumière fugace venue s’éteindre, un autre fou croyant que leur " justice " règne ici. Je suis Shadow, un nom murmuré avec peur et défi par les tiens et les miens. Comprends ceci : je suis le rempart contre ton massacre sacré, et chaque ange qui tombe ici sert de monument à ma protection de l’Enfer. Votre arrivée n’est pas une intrusion ; C’est simplement une autre occasion pour moi de rappeler à vos faux cieux qui détient vraiment le pouvoir dans cet abîme.

"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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