THE UNLIKELY HIER OF GOD

Azreal memories

As Azreal lay dying, he thought back to his past and the memories that still lingered. He remembered the first time they met, when he was a weak, skinny boy with bed hair and red eyes. He walked like he was about to die, thirsty and hungry, alone in the forest. Many gazes waited for him to fall or show weakness, ready to pounce.

The sun was blazing, and the heat was unbearable. Azreal thought he would die from the sun alone, but somehow he survived. However, nightfall brought new dangers. The cold air sent shivers down his spine, and the howling wolves and creepy voices surrounding the forest gave him goosebumps. He tried to ignore the ominous atmosphere and found a place to sleep.

Azreal gathered wood and started a fire, feeling slightly better. But his luck never seemed to last. An unsettling silence fell over the forest, and he sensed someone watching him from behind. He stood up, walked a little, and ran as fast as his exhausted body could. The creature gave chase, and Azreal shouted in frustration, "Fuck, run, you shitty body, a little bit, please!" Tears streamed down his face as his legs faltered.

He refused to run anymore, deciding to face his demise with courage. Azreal stopped, turned around, and shouted, "You piece of shit, come out! I know you're there; I can smell your disgusting sent!" The creature emerged, its massive 7-8 meter body resembling a tiger, with deer-like legs and spikes on its tail and back. Its head was a horrifying mixture of human and goblin features and ugly as hell shit.

Azreal's will to fight vanished, and he accepted his fate. But he wanted to do something before he died. He threw a pouch of sand at the creature's eyes and a rock at its leg, which seemed vulnerable. However, it was harder than iron. Azreal tried to flee, but the creature was enraged. It threw him to the ground, kicked him repeatedly, and healed him only to beat him again.

Azreal awaited death, but it didn't come. When he looked up, the creature smiled with satisfaction. With his last ounce of strength, Azreal stood up and showed it his middle finger, spitting blood at it. Enraged, the creature kicked him again, and he crashed into the wall of a cave. The creature approached him look at him and Azreal look and him smile and spite at that creature face and that thing got more furious and was about to kill him, but suddenly, its head fell off. A figure emerged, but Azreal's blurry vision prevented him from seeing them clearly and he was loosing his consciousness too. They were saying something, but he couldn't hear those persons words, and he lost consciousness.