The veiled virtue

Chapter 1 (The Pilot)

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The warnings for this chapter include: Swearing, demonic magic, different views on heaven and the story of God,mentions of tics, and mentions of bloodshed and drinking.

If these makes you uncomfortable then I'm sorry but this story isn't for you.

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The dimly lit world below the surface of the world touched by the powerful hand of a deity so powerful that many turned corrupt by the very sin they swore to ignore. A deity so loved that even more adore and follow his word to bring peace and kindness to humanity and to spread his name.

The deity called God or as the angels under his care call him "The Holy Father" or "The all Loving Father". If these deity was all loving as so many have claimed, why would he cast out one of his own beloved angels out of the kingdom for just having a dream? A goal? Why would he send those who disagree with him to a burning land of evil and torture?

How could this God still be so loved?

How could people say his name with joy?

How could so many follow him with so much faith?

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The world is corrupt, always has been since the age of man. Sin and evil from left to right, people blindly following powerful people with influence just to be broken into nothing and feel like nothing. Murder, thieves, misogyny, rape, the occult, sacreligion, sacrifices, abuse of all kinds. How could such a thing be able to roam the earth so freely?

How could it be so broken under such care? Racism, body shame, lies, kidnapping, cancer, death!

Why would such a thing be let free into the world?

Thats what so many people think even to this day, even the demons and sinners in this dimly lit world with the fallen angels and the worst humanity can give.

Everyone knew one thing about this so called "Land of Eternal Fire", it's a place so grim and dark that not even ring, slaughtered by his creation, the angelic army that wears the demonic masks, sharp grins and glitched laughter all throughout this kingdom of Hell.

Screams of sinners dying by the hands of angels continue to their assault and their king, the first to fall, does nothing. The kings and queens, the overlords, and the demonic royals sit back and do nothing as their numbers fall.

Screaming, screaming and laughter is all she heard on this cursed day. She hated this day since she was just a small child, a small child with the most sweetest dreams for a place so dark. Her father -when present- would always take her away from it all and play with her, use his divine magic to make the most beautiful creations.

He once made her a mother figure to look up to even though she was hidden by a giant wall in a restricted area her father told her to ignore. She was a kind and fair woman who inspired the young girl to do her best and to be as sweet as her dreams no matter who's in her way.

The king shortly blocked off the that area on accounts of it being "too dangerous". That was the last time the girl ever heard of the woman and eventually forgot about her except for her words.

Charlotte Sathariel, the princess of Hell, was a light in a dark kingdom. The screams of her people grew worse every year as they fell on her ears, she mourned them, she even cried for them but couldn't do anything to stop their annual punishment.