Desdemonda walked through the wreckage of the battlefield, stepping over dead bodies and limbs that had been dismembered by her and her crew. She smiled at herself as she thought of the deadly force that her team unleashed on the warring angels. The angels had gotten lucky, only a few of their weaklings fell. She frowned then, thinking of how her target had gotten away, literally slipping through her fingers. Prince Lucifer would not be happy; Eve had been elusive for years since she had found the truth. She sighed and continued to walk through the burning field, kicking up dust as she went. She had no luck; the fire had burned away any evidence of their escape. She cursed, and her eyes flashed red, her black wings unfurled and she took off into the night.
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