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Named for a Demon We don’t talk about the mountain. We don’t talk about the black clouds that waft down and wrack our breaths with coughs, don’t talk about the brilliant sparks we see glittering around its peaks. Nothing grows on the mountain, nothing lives there. We peek out our windows and see one, violent jagged shadow against pale blue skies. And it scares us. Some don’t believe it’s a mountain at all. A monster or a devil, they whisper. A fallen.Named for a Demon by ~CentariFighter
They say he was one of the first to fall. That he was at the right hand of the morning star—the striking hand. But we know how the war ended; they failed. And he fell, screaming wi
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