

Angelus, The Heart of a ManThe putrid stench of decaying flesh filled the air, burning the nostrils of the captive slave that lie chained to the walls. His clothes were torn from an obvious struggle, as blood seeped through the slits from his shirt, staining the innocence of the pure white with the poison lying within the human body. His eyes began to adjust to the darkness, allowing him to see the mangled body parts that lie next to and around him, creating the nasueating stench that wanted to make one abandon all willing hope. Light filled the floor of the room from a crack within the dungeon door that held the room in obliteration. As the light pierced his eyesight,Angelus, The Heart of a Man
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