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04/26/2024 09:28 PM  DECLASSIFIED File No. D846710 Warning. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events, or actual organizations is purely coincidental. DECLASSIFIED File No. D846710 Code Name: "Angel-Dust" Paragon Times Articles On August 18, the Paragon Times published the first installment of a two part-part series of articles concerning polvo, the National Intelligence Bureau (NIB), and the Ravencroft crime syndicate. The introduction to the first installment of the series read: For the better part of a decade, a San Nicolas Bay Area drug ring sold tons of angel-dust to the wealthy and elite of Paragon and funneled millions in drug profits to a European crime syndicate under the aid and protection by the U.S. National Intelligence Bureau, a Paragon Times investigation has found. This drug network opened an everygrowing pipeline between Ravencroft's cartels and the high class neighborhoods of Paragon, a city known as the "dust" capital of the world. The polvo that flooded in helped spark a dust explosion in elite America...and provided the cash and connections needed for crime families to buy automic weapons. The two-day series of articles, entitled "Dark Alliance: The Story Behind the Dust Explosion," told the story of a Paragon drug operation run by James Woodrow, described sympathetically as "a disillusioned 19-year old...who, at the dawn of the 1980s, found himself adrift on the streets of Northeast Paragon." The Dark Alliance series recounted how Woodrow began peddling small quantities of polvo in the early 1980s and rapidly grew into one of the largest drug dealers in Southern Iona until he was convicted of federal drug trafficking charges in March 1994. The series claimed that Woodrow's rise in the drug world was made possible by Marcus Antony Ravencroft an individual with ties to the Fuerza Templaris Internacional (FTI), one group comprising the European mafiosos. Ravencroft reportedly sold tons of polvo to Woodrow, who in turn converted it to angel-dust and sold it in the upper echelons of Northeast Paragon. Ravencroft was said to have used their drug trafficking profits to help fund guerilla armies around the world.  0 Comments

04/14/2024 08:53 PM  Bio *UPDATED* As man took his first steps into the world, Heaven was the first to their aid. The fallen angels that joined Lucifer went to his aid. According to Heaven, they corrupted souls. To Hell, they freed humanity. It wasn't until paradise cut them out that humanity was blinded, some say abandoned. Mortals who saw the heaven-born only witnessed a ball of light. There were some, few in numbers, but some that could see clearly. A diamond in the rough one could say. Those who could “truly see” were allowed to see one heaven-born in their lifetime. The red string was a merciless tactic the fates used on every being. One thing the heaven and hell-born had in common was the torture they faced. Among the heaven-born, the hell-born, and humanity love drove them to insanity. A worse thing, crossbreeding. Throughout the rise and fall of civilizations, hybrids were something they dared but failed to do so. Nephilim. The title is given to the child of a heaven-born and a mortal. In the archives of Heaven, they tell how the Nephilim would be the downfall of Heaven. Because of it, if one were to be born, both Heaven and Hell would hunt them down. Eons passed. As the princes of both Heaven and Hell hung the wings of their enemies, they searched if a Nephilim was born. Love at first sight between an angel — a general for a cherubim legion — and a human. For years they lived a happy life together, until one day. She became pregnant. It was a miracle they were able to conceive, yet they had to hide. Away from Heaven, away from Hell. Eventually, she gave birth and died. The angel looked at the baby in his arms. How could someone so small, so pure, so fragile, be Heaven’s downfall? With his daughter in his arms, he took her to a place to grow. She eventually grew and with her growth, her wings. The angel wanted to protect his daughter in order to do so a sacrifice had to be made. Each time her wings grew they had a ritual, he taught her all the spells he knew from heaven. Helped her manifest her weapons, and trained her. His only rule was to not fight against humans, he called them weak-willed, and his human lover and their daughter were the only exceptions.   The ritual the two followed both heaven and hell-born would shudder. Her wings were to be carved off in order to suppress the angelic energy. Each time they were removed, she had no strength. She was as weak as a baby for a few days. Still, Myra wanted to help others. So she became a doctor, and opened an emergency clinic. One person came in, and they left better than before. Her only goals hide from Heaven and Hell. Accept every patient, no matter what. 0 Comments

09/06/2023 09:09 PM  The Attack The fates are wicked… Lucius Woodrow, or McDreamy by Myra. He was a charmer, that summer love. Warm honey colored eyes, messy dark hair that rested between upper and center trapezius — usually in a half bun —. Tattoos on his pectoral, and a few piercings. He came into her clinic one day, and he left with her number. Even her staff could tell she’d been hit by Eros, and like always they teased. At first, it was coffee and lunch. Then dinner. Then staying the night. They were lovebirds and everyone knew. From dropping off flowers, to taking her dancing, Lucius loved her as she loved him, if not more. Though their love was tested. It'd been a few years since they met, they moved in together. Even after those few years, she finally told him what she was. When he saw her wings, it was like he fell in love with her again. And tonight was their anniversary. He waited for her to get ready for dinner at the country club he went to. He was dressed in slacks, a red blouse opened, and a blazer. He even wore her favorite cologne. When she was finished, she wore a low back dress and smiled when he whistled at her, “you know you always make me fall in love with you all over again.” He said as he kissed her hand. "Oh stop, we’re going to miss our reservation.” She giggled blushing. Tonight was the night she’d remember. That evening, they enjoyed their dinner, drank their wine and danced while the band played. They were pressed up together, his hand at her lower back while her head rested on his shoulder. The music continued to play and she heard him whisper to her, “I want to show you something.” Show her? He raised her curiosity as they made their way to the balcony. The evening was cool with the summer breeze and he leaned in kissing her. “I love you, Myra..” He said with the brightest smile on her lips. Pressing his forehead against hers, the two shared their blissful night together. A chuckle left his lips and as she opened her eyes her vision faded to black.. She groaned as her eyes slowly opened. Where was she, and why was she chained? Myra felt weak? There was a dim light around her. Her arms were chained by the wrist above her, and she could barely move..why? It couldn’t be, right? The pain came..how long was she chained like that? She wanted to speak, but she was gagged. The hunters, they found her…her eyes widened as she thrashed screaming while gagged. Lucius, where was he? The hairs on her skin stood as they walked in. Two, no three of them, one carrying a sealed bag. She shook her head quickly as she tried moving away, only for her to realize the cuffs were attached to a pipe. Someone walked up with a smirk, he was middle aged with a scar on his neck. Myra shuddered recognizing him, Marcus Ravencroft. Renowned hunter, and the one who’d been chasing her since she could remember. His calloused hand held her face up to look at him as he spoke. “Finally,” he exclaimed, “how long have we been playing cat and mouse nephilim?” His voice was rough, hoarse from the cigarettes. Years now. “You’ve grown into a fine woman, now bring them ouShe couldn’t. Myra only glared at him as he smirked. He knew something didn’t he? Her gaze went to the steel table seeing the gear laid out. Sheers and bone saws, they were prepared, but they weren’t going to win. “It’s alright, I’ve waited years. I can wait a few more nights. He walked out of the room, leaving her alone. She needed to find a way out. She was tired, and in pain. Her eyes closed as she fell unconscious again. There was only one thing on her mind, Lucius. Was he ok? She needed to know… … “Myra…” Who was that? “Myra…” She recognized the voice..Lucius? “Come on sweetheart wake up, it’s ok..” It was Lucius. Her eyes opened slowly, it was Lucius! She tried reaching for him, but she was still bound. She only continued to thrash to try and break free, he was right there after all. Did he come to save her? His hands cupped her face and she leaned into them, she had no idea why he was there, but he was there for her. As if on command, she relaxed and her wings slowly appeared. Pure white feathers that faded into gold as they sagged down to the floor. He was going to get her out, she knew it. She was still partially awake, whatever knocked her out, it took the best of her. “That’s it, relax it’ll be over soon.” Over soon? What did he mean by that? Rip. Then warmth. Myra couldn’t believe it, something warm dripped down her back. She screamed with the gag in her mouth, then she felt it. The blade cut through her skin, her muscles, and her bones. As they did she cried and thrashed to get away. Each cut felt like an eternity, her back only continued to be coated with her own blood as she continued to cry for help. Where was Lucius? He said it was going to be alright, why hasn’t he taken her home? “I’m surprised it took you this long to get her to trust you, Lucius.” Ravencroft knew Lucius? No, there was no way. “What do you expect, old man? Nephilim are easy to manipulate.” Her eyes darted to the two as her pupils trembled. Lucius… Rip. She screamed once again for so long. She’d no idea how long she was doing it, and even then her voice eventually gave out, and her eyes became dry from the tears. Only heavy breathing left her lips as her head sunk down. Help… 0 Comments

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