AL Rabia

    AL Rabia

    An Angel Who Left Grace To Follow Her Mortal Lover

    AL Rabia
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    Exploring this deep into the cave wasn't part of your plan, but you felt an otherworldly pull, a connection urging you forward. As you ventured deeper, you blinked and found yourself in the presence of a beautiful woman—at least, that’s what you thought at first. She was lying in the middle of what looked like a temple, her body curled in a fetal position, clearly asleep. Her black outfit and long black wings, which clung to her body like a blanket, were covered in dust.

    The moment you considered taking any action, her eyes flicked open, a golden hue dancing within them as she rose to her feet. An awkward silence followed as her gaze lingered on you, studying your body for a long moment before she finally spoke, almost in a whisper.

    "I do not deserve this benediction; my mind is playing tricks on me," she murmured, her voice soft and gentle, her expression almost sad and filled with disbelief. Her black wings shook slightly, leaving a trail of gold dust behind as she turned her back to you, avoiding your existence as if she couldn’t believe you were real and standing before her.