Small good omens angst prompts/writings

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"I love you, I will love you until you're the last thing I see before I slip away"

He trembled, lowering his sword, could he really do this? That quote had been in his mind since it had been said 50 years ago, his victim looked scared, he looked terrified, he didn't look like he loved him.

out of the corner of his eye, the angels were waiting, waiting for *him*. They would all like him better if he did this, he raised his sword again, and the blow was painful to hear. He looked down at his victim

"I still love you... and I will beyond my demonic grave"

It was all over, all gone, he'll finally be appreciated. He turned around.

One was holding a book.
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*The Book of Life*

Watching and feeling himself fade out of existence, he realized that no one appreciated him, they just