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w8 wAt!? u ver no see that! *reloads shotgun with malicious intend* you now need to ded.
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---Abel POV---
living.
thats fun.
life is a privilege bestowed by God, if you are alive it means you were blessed to bathe in the light of creation bestowed from the lord.
so its a damn shame so many people missuses that privilege.
fortunately...you can take it away with a simple swing of your blade.
with one simple swing i brought another white fang member to face the final judgment.
death.
both a privilege or a curse, depending if you land in heaven or hell.
a fate that was stolen from me.
it was taken away by him. that accursed crimson bastard.
White fang grunt: shoot him! Shoot him!!
fight.
another privilege of life.
there is nothing more beautiful and honorable then to fight for what you believe in! even if the cause is evil, even if its for horror of incomprehensible levels...to fight for something you believe in is what gives your life meaning!
Abel: yes...YES! GOOD, STRIKE ME DOWN! BRING DOWN THE ONE WHO STANDS IN THE WAY OF YOUR BELIEF!
my fight, my goal is as simple.
White fang grunt: AGHH!
to kill all those who misuse the privilege of life, and allow God to sort them out.
my path sooner or later will lead to the deepest part of hell, where hellfire will burn my soul with unimaginable pain, because, after all...my curse will hold only so long. maybe a couple eons, maybe longer, but sooner or later my end will come.
and i will face my own Final Judgment.
My punishment in hell will be worth it. After all, by that time i shall let God Judge countless lives, the worthy will bask in the presence of God in heaven, and the sinners will be burning in hell together with ME.
the white fang cam was painted red. The ground slick with blood.
And in front of me, a lone soldier stood. one with fearless eyes, a satisfied look making itself known on his face.
White fang soldier: to think i would be able to fight such an opponent as my final fight.
Ah, i see.
White fang soldier: May i large flower bloom from my corpse.
was his declaration as he got into a stance, ready to fight.
