When faulted and wronged it has no purposed but to be reformed. Reforged. And reset. Still the hate burns wild, charring inside his heart. A wicked energy will radiate and Wild Justice will be done. Revenge is the name of this game, a target upon the heads of Seraphim. The debt to be paid by the Principality It will come swift from the flame of the Durandal and the dexterious form of Curtana. The sky shined not for the rise of the contemptuous angel gripped by humanity but to bring light upon the calm wrath of a calm machine. Behold, CANIS DEI

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