Prologue

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There was a loud roaring sound of the thunderstorm in St. Magdalene's Village and the lightning struck like a sword pierced on the ground as it continued to give a luminous weariness to the people who feared death and punishment for the life after death.
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The son of the Fallen One had arrived with his broken wings and raging disposition.

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The church's door swung open as the light from the lightning entered with intrusion and anger.

"Father forgive me for I fear I may never forgive my own father"
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