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Wednesday, December 1, 2004

   Chapter 11
Here's chapter 11. Sorry it's been a while. It just won't be the same with hinaru's comment. I miss him.

Chapter Eleven

In a remote forest, Michael arrived in his warrior outfit and eight wings. An angel with pink hair, gray eyes, and one large wing approached him. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it Mike? If I lose another wing, I swear I’ll kill you.” He hugs her. “It’s nice to see you too, Suzan. And I promise nothing will happen to you. I’ll be sure of that.” The sky grew dark and the wind was harsh and cold. Suzan drew her sword. “I guess he knows we’re here.” A voice yells from the distance. “Let me go!” Lucifer immerged from the shadows with a struggling Emerald. Emerald saw Michael and lit up with hope. “Michael! You’re here! And....someone else with one wing. Not complaining, but who are you?” Lucifer smiles. “Suzan. So good to see you again.” Suzan takes a step back and takes a breath. She regains her calm and glares at him. “We didn’t come here to talk; we came to fight. Now draw your sword!” Lucifer laughs. “Oh, I’m not going to fight you. My new warrior is. Tiffany!” Tiffany also immerged from the shadows. Her eyes were glaring red and she held a large sword in her hands. Michael walked towards her shocked. “Tiffany. I don’t understand; your wings, your eyes!” Tiffany pointed he sword at Michael and smiled. “Prepare to die Michael.” She ran towards him ready to strike.
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