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Althea had always lived in the shadow of her sister, Seraphina. Seraphina was everything Althea was not: beautiful, graceful, kind, and beloved by everyone. Althea felt like a pale imitation, a flawed copy, a rejected prototype. She hated Seraphina for taking away all the attention, all the praise, all the love. She hated herself for being so weak, so bitter, so envious.

She wanted to make Seraphina pay for all the years of humiliation and neglect. She wanted to make her suffer as she had suffered. She wanted to take away everything that made Seraphina happy. She wanted to destroy her.

She found a way to do it. She discovered a dark ritual that would grant her the power to exact her revenge. She sacrificed her soul, her humanity, her morality. She became something else. Something dark. Something powerful.

She unleashed her wrath upon the world. She burned cities, slaughtered innocents, corrupted nature. She left a trail of destruction and despair wherever she went. She reveled in the chaos and the pain. She felt alive.

She knew Seraphina would come for her. She knew her sister would try to stop her, to reason with her, to save her. She knew her sister still cared for her, despite everything.

She didn't care. She didn't want her sister's pity, her sister's love, her sister's forgiveness. She wanted her sister's fear, her sister's anger, her sister's hatred. She wanted her sister to feel what she felt.

She prepared for the final confrontation. She gathered her forces, her allies, her weapons. She sharpened her skills, her mind, her will. She waited for the right moment, the right place, the right opportunity.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw her dark wings, her dark armor, her dark eyes. She saw a reflection of her dark heart. She smiled. She was ready.

She was Althea. She was power. She was vengeance.

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Althea had always lived in the shadow of her sister, Seraphina. Seraphina was everything Althea was not: beautiful, graceful, kind, and beloved by everyone. Althea felt like a pale imitation, a flawed copy, a rejected prototype. She hated Seraphina for taking away all the attention, all the praise, all the love. She hated herself for being so weak, so bitter, so envious.

She wanted to make Seraphina pay for all the years of humiliation and neglect. She wanted to make her suffer as she had suffered. She wanted to take away everything that made Seraphina happy. She wanted to destroy her.

She found a way to do it. She discovered a dark ritual that would grant her the power to exact her revenge. She sacrificed her soul, her humanity, her morality. She became something else. Something dark. Something powerful.

She unleashed her wrath upon the world. She burned cities, slaughtered innocents, corrupted nature. She left a trail of destruction and despair wherever she went. She reveled in the chaos and the pain. She felt alive.

She knew Seraphina would come for her. She knew her sister would try to stop her, to reason with her, to save her. She knew her sister still cared for her, despite everything.

She didn't care. She didn't want her sister's pity, her sister's love, her sister's forgiveness. She wanted her sister's fear, her sister's anger, her sister's hatred. She wanted her sister to feel what she felt.

She prepared for the final confrontation. She gathered her forces, her allies, her weapons. She sharpened her skills, her mind, her will. She waited for the right moment, the right place, the right opportunity.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw her dark wings, her dark armor, her dark eyes. She saw a reflection of her dark heart. She smiled. She was ready.

She was Althea. She was power. She was vengeance.