Love till Death

Chapter 22: More fun with ME

I had spent 13 years of my meaningless life at this point watching a girl with a promising future blossom, there's nothing wrong with that right? I was just monitoring my property, I was watching her from well a security camera almost, well not almost, I actually was in truth.

So enough about me becoming a bastard who sat on his ass for 13 years behaving like a pedophile. I'd like to recap the one moment where I had realized, these years were completely wasted, and I mean completely and utterly wasted. I had just been watching a loser this entire time.

Now I know what your gonna say, 'but Lucas, why are you calling her a loser all of a sudden? I thought you loved her and wanted to prooootect herrr.' Well faggot, I don't care what you fucking think, she sucked and not in a good way, even for a kid. Well I didn't know that at the time but the one thing I certainly did know was she was pathetic.

Yes, in all the ways she could be she was purely pathetic, and I'm not being nice here, fuck man, I'm never nice. But when this girl switched schools she was just fucking sad, no friends for an entire week, until one girl, yes, one girl came up to her and talked to her.

One friend! Holy fuck man, I don't really know how to even respond to that! Sad, sad, and even more fucking sad news isn't it? I swear to God I was ready to just go up there and bitch slap her face until it was completely red. I mean really? This isn't a novel about a 'different' girl who finds love. Cause that's real fucking original isn't it huh? God. So yeah, I sat on my ass for 13 years with Satan bitching at me just to see this shit, a bright little girl becoming little Ms. Everyone hates me so I should kill myself.

God! I swear to fucking god! Well, if he was real I guess, whatever. So yeah, I was watching this shit, pissed as fuck she was getting no where with popularity and I honest to god wanted to give her to someone else, who cares about mother earth when it's a fucking pussy that doesn't make friends huh? Whatever. I let out a deep breath, standing up for the first time in six months, and nothing but disappointment filling me up.

I walked out my door, down the hall of slightly privileged people who weren't being tortured, and just walked, I didn't care where I was going. Exiting the large building I felt the cold winds, I was in the second level of hell, right bellow limbo ya know? Perfect place for a man like me cause the sinners here came from luuuust, oh mama do I love that word. But sadly a lot are just middle aged men who were killed after cheating, I say they were undeserving of their wives or the chicks they slept with to be killed. I don't like men that cheat, but if I lady wants me but she's married, know what, it's perfectly fine! Well anyways, back to me talking.

I felt the wind blow on me and smiled, damn was it a good day for weather, I mean, sinners were screaming and holding onto the nearest thing they could reach for but alas they couldn't. That was funny, just seeing old naked dudes scream and fly around in the wind, real fucking funny. But on another note, it wasn't as funny as I'd actually like it to be. It was hell anyways, but common, I need humour that isn't a preteen cracking stupid butt jokes. Well, as I watched the men, and occasional woman fly by I wondered about my life.

The reason why I'm a demon is simple really, I broke my oath and didn't fulfil my destiny... I was gonna be a time keeper, pretty much the celebrity of all something keepers out there in the world. I would have managed the timeline and made sure no one fucked up in the big plan, and it would have been fun too! But with that role you gotta wait till your 35 to actually become one and one of those qualifications is truly stying a virgin. Bullshit isn't it? Well, it was 1000 BC, so sorry I couldn't keep it in my pants. But yeah. I gave up a life of telling people what to do for pussy, and in a way, I'm happy I did. Fuck all of this shit that says I made a mistake.

I made my destiny, and apparently it was my destiny in the timeline, cause I haven't gotten any time keepers in my head at night when I think I dream. Or I don't dream, I dunno to be honest, it's weird, I feel like I'm dreaming then I forget anything I dreamt of. Fun. But yeah, then I was sad, because my little blossom was alone. Well, not entirely, just, ya know, didn't have as many friends as I wanted her to, and she deserved to have.

I did go back to watching her, and she was fine, I guess, still disappointed me sooo much. But, she was my disappointment, and in a way, I was even proud of here I guess.