(don't be fooled by the cover the drawings in this are random doodles)
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this is my first book im sensitive anyways, description:
Azrael's family has always gone through bad things like tragedy and poverty and stuff l...
Azrael, Pre Colonial Philippines, 1036, Referring to something
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The child reminiscences on the unfeasible boundaries and expectations announced in this kingdom, whispering themself a million punishments. They adjust their seat, pulling their shoulders back and gasping wide air—it is the confrontation.
"Oh, holy gods, I may be unbeknownst of bless me patience!" They order with a hoarse voice, possibly one they'll sustain for the rest of this shipwreck.
Creaks wood and heavy steps, greeting Azrael with a sigh and a mumble of dishonor. A cough echoes through the room and out the threshold, and glares can be heard from everyone in the house; a man sits on a chair opposite the younger, nestling an amassment of parchment on his lap.
The child snarls, "what do you want?"
The man answers immediately, "You were told to gather materials and possibly alibies for the next conflict doing the opposite, you ruined a family reunion with your excessive wish for attention, and you're asking what you did? Well, you caused your farther family discomfort is what you did!"
"mhm."
"Do you understand?"
Silence. Oh, how delic61te.
"Azrael? Did you even listen?!"
They jolt, softly smiling, "Oh, apologies, person...What was he saying again?" Their voice becomes quieter, undistinguishable from a rat's family reunion.
Follows a door crashing on the wall, impacting the child's balance; before they stumble, their body is held on the collar by a weak man—Halili. "You... YOU! CAN YOU STOP EMBARRASSING US?! just once?!"
"And so? We all know you embarrassed all of us on YOUR birth-" Their laugh cut off.
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Busts in the rest of the family, refraining from the oldest brother causing more attacks.
"STOP THIS! STOP, STOP!" Milo pulls hard once he holds his brother's fingers, nagging the areas far enough to begin bleeding; the group finally pulls away from Azrael, whose eyes are colored null. "I- 'm so sorry! We'll never do this again!"
They depart arms and lead each other through the threshold, the silence growing louder than ever. Mutters and whispers of corruption carry it, replacing the numbness with misery—At least they aren't experiencing overwhelming emptiness.
Azrael turns their gaze in front of them, finding their brothers arguing, their parents squinting the qualm, and strangers calling their names in vain.
...
They glance in front of them once more, separating ways and entering their room before one could notice, dropping the gig, and swinging onto the bed.
"I hate life."
[Yeah, Azzy, me too]
They pierced their eyes somewhere unpredictable, creating a bizarre maneuver with their fingertips, "do you know I can hear you?"
