Andria had found her Angel. Just her luck, this was no ordinary Angel. Black Armor, and those wings, the black feathers one for each Hell Spawn he had dispatched to Oblivion. He was a Paladin. One of Arch Angel Micheal's elite warriors. The good emanating from him was smothering. She knew that all her training had not prepared her for this. He was coming for her. So she did the only thing a smart Hell Guard would do. She jumped. Through the planes. Time and space, to another world another time, an ancient battle ground of the dead. But......
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