AzrAel (unedited ver. of DOmI)

Preview

[This is for A/N stuff]

flashbacks and others

Important words and phrases

Normal words

Thoughts

[I'm Alden, I like writing and my friend Carey does the drawing most of the time! We made this book to represent our friendship in pre-colonial form!]

[I'm Carey, 25, from America BUT born in the Philippines! this is my first ever book, trying something new for a while, I also found this app ((it took me months to find an editing app that isn't insulting!)) that basically edited almost everything on this preview named BestWORDS-Aristocrat, it was made from the 2000s!)

I do not in anyway ship the main character with anyone, any "love" that is mentioned is all platonic, now, let's keep going

Main character: Azrael Bunao
Born in 1022, Tondo Manila
Religion: Atheist
Known Relatives: Milo Bunao (Older brother), Halili Bunao (Oldest brother), Plora Hulo (mother), Guman Bunao (father), Ad, Topa, Tila, Dores Bunao (cousins), Adlaw Bunao, and Hera Surtinem (known as Datu and Dayong of the city)

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Azrael, Pre-colonial Philippines, 1028;

The mother put her hands onto the floor, besought to a child's sandals, her hunched back posture showed such sorrow and wish for pity, below her was a pond of concerning tears dropping one by one.

She muttered an ocean of phrases the child's ears misunderstood, they so pressingly wished to walk to her path and shake her shoulder, to recommence her to reality.

"Mami...?"

Their body shook in umbrage whilst a hand laid on their shoulder, cold, and creating qualm in the child's silent embodiment. They watched, sat in the corner with freezing fingertips nestled on their shoulder, peering within such confusion as that woman begged for mercy.

"Ma-"

Shushed. Azrael sighed, unable to vibrate a movement with this pose, yearning for someone to let them sprint out and make incoherent noises as some young idiot would do.

They closed their eyes, cupping their face in like a ball, squeezing their eyes closed, mixed emotions wrapping their head.

Why was she begging?

Why would she do something wrong?

Who really is she?

Who is anybody here?

Why am I here?

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Azrael, Pre-colonial Philippines, 1031

"Mami...?"

Azrael smiled at the view, smelling the Gumamela flowers and purposefully stomping on the mud and grass, blissfully jumping around releasing all the pressure, they gazed at the children aside, noticing their segregated clothes and differences, the child paused in their moment as they compared their clothing to the others.

They were so...

Different

So different that it made the child fall into their abyss thoughts, inquiring about every single choice they made, they felt so left out, so jealous, yet so happily depressing.

"Azra."

The child solely glanced at the taller, seeing their oldest brother figure as he held an unfinished wooden sculpture, Azrael solemnly responded with a short hum, feeling the wistful and exultant energy leave the whereabouts. Disappointment rushed out of Jajo's body, making the child's head become filled with guilt.

"Why did you carve on MY creation?!"

"sorr-"

A palm vastly slapped on their arm, silence bared on the child's lips as they attempted every single intention to run off, their face scrunched, grasping on the nagging with tears, the feeling of pain as the brother shouted huddles of words, gradually replaced with pale noise.

The child ignored the spitting of their brother's word vomit, they stared at the children they gazed at earlier, noticing their faint conversations repeat the identical pronunciation of letters as their bodies distorted in a catchy matter, the children disappearing like the dust left of fireworks... what are fireworks anyway?

Azrael desired to flee, glancing around as they thought of an escape, hindering every single failure from ever happening.

An idea :O

...well more of a lazy strategy.

Azrael shut their eyes hardly, catching themself on the field of grass, acting as if they fell to sleep in the process of their brother's scolding session, accepting the embarrassment.

They could hear the whispers of fake guilt and accusations.

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[that's all for today :D]