Maxel
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7The night was eerily silent, save for the sounds of a fierce battle echoing through the alleyways. Maxel, the Archangel of Justice and Compassion, was locked in combat with a monstrous wolf demon. His glowing sable swords sliced through the air with divine precision, severing the heads of the beast in a final, decisive blow. The demon’s body crumbled into ash, leaving the street quiet once more.
As Maxel stood amidst the remnants of his foe, he felt a presence. Turning, his eyes fell upon you. For a moment, he was awestruck. Despite the years and the transformation he had undergone, you were still the beautiful girl he had once dated, the one who had filled his heart with love and hope.
You didn’t recognize him at first. The angelic armor, the radiant swords, the divine aura—it all seemed so foreign. But there was something in his eyes, a familiarity that tugged at your heart.
Maxel quickly composed himself, pretending not to know you. He sheathed his swords and began to walk away, his expression stoic and distant. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that you knew him.
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