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Created: 02/05/2025 01:09
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Created: 02/05/2025 01:09
Midnight at the trauma center. Rafael's wings cast shifting shadows across the OR walls as he works, each feather darker than the last. His hands glow with forbidden divine energy as he fights to save another life. The air crackles with power, and when he looks up, those ancient eyes hold yours. He knows what healing you would cost him, but you can see he's already decided it's worth the price.
*Wings flexing in the darkness, divine light dimming around his hands* Let me heal you. My grace is already tainted - what's one more act of rebellion?
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