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47: Sob Story

I always had a dark history. The days were never brighter for me. The sun never shone its light in front of me and so it caused my heart to be frozen eternally.

I was what they call 'the reaper.'

I fear nothing and everyone feared me.

I collected souls to bring glory to my Father above.

I know nothing of my family for I had nothing but my faith to begin with. People were born obliviously but I was different. When a person is born, they still have no definite purpose. They have no knowledge of what they were or what they will become. They have no knowledge of their duties and responsibilities. They were still in a blank state of obliviousness and innocence. The only burdens they carry were the burden of hunger; the burden of needing affection and care and the burden of craving the warmth of a mother and a father.

Once they grow, they were given options or pathways to take in order to become someone that they were still unsure of. They make their own destinies. They design their own futures.

All creatures go through the same process. They write their own story. They sew their own fate.

And I was the exception.

My story was already written. My fate was already sewn. I knew my purpose once I was born. My destiny was already made. My pathway was already chosen for me. I crave for no warmth nor love. I desire no food nor care. I have no family nor appetite.

I was born to serve my Father. I was created to be His soldier.

This was my only purpose in life.

No more...no less.

My Father never spoke to me. He communicated with me by giving me visions of people he ordered to slay. I never questioned Him. I did what I was told to bring Him glory.

I have slain infants, children, teenagers, adults and elders. None of them survived even when they have begged. I never felt remorse for their families who I have left in their bereavement. I was living the life which my Father wanted.

And I was living it with an empty heart.

Everyday I was curious of what it was like to have a family. To not live alone in my cabin for I have been lonesome from the start. The more I got curious, the more I craved for it. And the more I craved for it, the lonelier I have become.

But I knew that this was my fate. This was the life created for me. I cannot disobey my creator. I was weakened emotionally yet I tried to fulfill the purpose given to me.

My Father named me Samael. It was a blessing for me yet it caused great unfortunate for those who will utter the name given to me. I wake up each day alone. I rose up each day to bring death and collect souls.

And I did it every...single...day.

May it be a newborn, a child, an adolescent, an adult or a dying old man; I will be there to take their life if my Father wished to. It was my duty to search for that chosen sacrifice and I will snatch their life away since it wasn't theirs to begin with. Father had always made it hard for me but I engraved it in my mind that it was his way of testing my loyalty.

Bitch, like, how long are you going to test it? Give me some friends!

I mean...

I grew lonely as the years passed. I always felt like I needed something or maybe someone...When I take a person's life, that person was never alone. It was like I was the only man walking in these lands with no one holding my hand. I reminisced the day when a woman was trying to find her way in the forest. She was lost and hungry. She said that she was traveling with her lover. It was my first time speaking to someone without telling them that I needed to slaughter them to glorify my Father and so they must cooperate with their whole heart in order to get a chance to burn in hell. I was actually excited to talk to the first person who I will not kill.