It really is so much. I feel so important. Ridding the universe of this filth. For so long I've repeatedly reaped the souls that found themselves at a loss of time, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap. Again, more, more, again. killed those who were unlucky enough to face the wrath of god, of me. but it's over. Everyone was damned to unluck now.
1/18/2024
I hadn't killed in days, or weeks, couldve just been hours, if anyone knew it certainly wasn't me. I decided to relax a while whilst I watched all of god's best dog and satans best hellhounds try to sniff me out from the pits of the earth to the breathless ends of the atmosphere. I was undetectable. And it was absolutely laughable. I knew god must've been so angry, so angry that I was living proof of his biggest mistake, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. He might have come to get his own hands dirty if it weren't for the fact that it might taint his pretty reputation as a perfectly perfect god. Laughable. I could almost see clear as day the look of distraught on his face after hearing of the 666,000 bodies I had left behind a week before, a parting gift. I was willing to bet everything that they were so livid they might have ordered another flood just for the flicker of a chance to take me out. Such a pity god and his dogs. But entertaining nonetheless.
I shifted into my entity form.
And went to snort some crack.
Even thought I'm literally the bane of existence, I love messing with humans. I most definitely know how to have fun. *TB to Julius Caesar and his squeaky bed*
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General FictionFreya wasn't always the merciless killer she is. She once had a job, but fled and took the power that came with that job. Freya upset the balance, therefore upsetting heaven and hell. Both realms sent their strongest to retrieve her and being her to...
