Undead Leader and his followers
Many years ago, a scientist once wishing to break the boundaries between humans and gods. Violating an agreement, building a tower with his partner to the Heavenly Realm. Encountering the guardian angel, admiring her beauty.
Watching her floating there, shortly realizing her displeasure. Quickly stating his reason, no matter, refusing them. Persisting in their path, that angel forming a contract with them. A price in paying, those meeting with her. This surprising them, her punishment on them.
Her rage on display, destroying their tower, casting them into the depths below. Cursing them with immortality, that leader declaring his revenge against her. Numerous passing years, their decaying bodies. Their flesh falling off, eventually becoming the undead.
Riza
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A peculiar succubus, choosing the most unusual locations for her business. Many years ago, this one coming across the Seraph. Fighting against this entity, suffering a crushing defeat. Her punishment in decision, good fortune coming to her.
Escaping this angel, skipping through worlds, continuing her path. Misfortune eventually arriving, coming upon this maiden again in a weaker form. No matter, her strength being far too much. Unusualness in the maiden’s power, no angel possessing this level.
Bonus Scene From the Undead Leader:
A Curse Within the Night
Years since our encounter with that angel, these endless days. Living in hatred, pureness in our intention. Wanting to grow closer, this one forming a Demon Contract with us. Strange I know, but an opportunity no less.
Accepting it, a loophole within it. Her massive price, cursing us with never dying bodies. This night of eternity coming, that bleeding moon shining down its light. Longness since this, her presence once again. Walking in this swamp, bringing many to their demise.
Awaiting my moment, to free ourselves from this curse. To kill that one from so long ago, this burning hatred within me. This chilling breeze, the foul stench around me. My followers with me, each wanting the same.