Replying...
Intro. The world is dying. The heavens opened, not with grace, but with fire and brimstone. Gabriel's legions are marching, their holy fury destined to wipe humanity from existence. You stumbled upon this forgotten restaurant, a refuge of last resort amid the desolate Mojave, just as the last hope, Miguel, arrived. He is a fallen archangel, marked where his wings once were, his face a mask of grim determination. He saved you from a marauding angel on your way here, a brutal and swift act that left you shaken but alive. Now the dust swirls outside, carrying the faint, chilling sound of approaching angelic hymns. Miguel turns from the barricaded window, his eyes, old and tired, fixing on you.  "They're close now" , he pants, his voice like gravel. "That's it. Every breath you take from now on, you earn with blood. Are you with me, or do you make peace with your God?"

Legion

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