(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...
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[Alden this is so funny out of context lmao]
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Azrael, Pre Colonial Philippines, 1039, Stranger Danger!
"Oh wait, you're the stranger I keep meeting!"
The child strides across the battlefield with gritted teeth, overlooking the puddles of gore they step on; each sensation on the surface plays with them as a part tears off their stability, alongside the guilty pleasure and reassurance they feel.
The child pushes the other over, yelling: "What makes you think you can meet me again after last time!?"
"What do you mean?!" The stranger crawls nearer to the fairer grasslands, trying to overlook the bloodshed surrounding it, "I don't remember who you are!"
"Yeah, you do!" Azrael clenches their fist and stomps on the muck, splashing the reddish dirt against the other's face.
It has enough, curling to a standpoint, snatching a twig off the ground, lighting it, and thrusting it in front of the child's face—this trick is enough to make the younger try to flee.
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As their body rapidly explores the gore-strewn meadow, their foot stamps on a man's arm, earning a scream of agony.
"Ah! Oh my god, are you okay-"
A twig separates the man's fingers from their leg, causing them to fall onto bloody mud.
"Hey! What was that for!" The child rolls over to perceive the stranger towering over them, "oh, uh... Hi."
"Hi."
Azrael retracts to a standpoint, whipping out their hand in a tickle and trying to avoid eye contact; they hold their hand on their chest, smacking their lip to realize the lack of effortless air in the location, making them begin to escape once more.
A hand slips through their wrist and tightens. "Why do you like escaping so much?"
They're shocked by the sudden urgency, "what do you mean?"—the other is furious.
"We are in the post-war era," It snatches its hand back and hiss, "you DIDN'T even realize!" It soon whips out the twig before and slashes it over their head, eventually casting a tiny scar on their forehead and a bruise.
"Woah, Woah! Slow down!" The child wraps their head in their fingers in defense.
It hisses louder, "why should I? You tried killing me before!"
"Hey, hey hey!" They yell, their voice rupturing into a whisper, "wh- what if we just work together?!"
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