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BENVENUTI IN SANTA MARIA. Once a humble school, one of the many funded by the local churches, The Blessed Santa Maria's Academy in Milan had a fruitful history. The humble era that the academy had been founded in (one of the many schools funded by the Santa Maria Delle Grazie) ended once Da Vinci left his mark on the convent. Soon enough, the campus had made way for indulgence, funded with the ludicrous coin of the well-dressed sinners who believed they still had a chance of earning salvation. The school soon blossomed into an internationally-renowned school for the children of the ultra-rich, raising the heirs in the way of the Trinity and the truth. The chalice sewn onto their right breast was the same one all the students had received the Eucharist from. Divine blood-stained every pair of lips. A symbol of unity, a peace truce amongst the top 2%.
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OH SUGAR! ─── original applyfic
General Fictionin which the 'angels' of Santa Maria's discover that the fallen don't only live in the thin pages of holy books. original applyfic - ongoing closed