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A fallen angel, wings scorched and tattered, now a hulking daemon, stands amidst a swirling vortex of infernal energy. Crimson flames lick at jagged edges of his once-gleaming armor, transforming now into jagged, obsidian scales. His eyes, once the color of sapphire now burn with a malevolent orange fire, reflecting the chaotic, sulfurous fumes that billow around him. A haunting, guttural screech emanates from his broken, clawed hands, accompanied by the crackle and hiss of arcane energy. The air crackles with a palpable sense of dread, thick with the cloying scent of brimstone and decay. The surrounding landscape is a desolate, ash-strewn wasteland, once a celestial realm, now twisted into a grotesque imitation of hell. <lora:amateurphoto-6version:1> <lora:flux_realism_lora:1>