The creation of sorrow and bound wings of judement

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Azrael's War

"I've condemned my own soul, I've chosen to pass sentence on my own blood; now I am cursed just as he has been. To wonder this paradise without his grace, to spend the eons with sorrow in my heart, knowing that I bound his wings when I could have set him free; knowing that I abandoned my blood."

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