To us, this world is nothing.
We're supposed to destroy every single soul here.
Kill them.
Bring Pain and sorrow.
Be heartless.
We only care about ourselves and Satan, no one else, not even our own kind. We hate God, his people and everything else; we are worst than death.
We're the one that troubles your hearth.
Your love life?
The bullying?
The problem?
Depression?
Yes, all of them all of them. We bring those feelings on earth than people to hell.
You hate us, and we hate you.
No, we don't own a soft spot. We're just pure evil. We don't have some history that affects us.
We don't even have a tale.
We're evil cause we want to.
Most of us like it.
Don't underestimate use.
With a blink of an eye, your life is destroyed.
This is me, my nature, which I am. I made my choice long ago. I decided evil, I am evil. I'm the one that kills all love one.
The angel of death.
Yet it feels so wrong.
Yet I don't like it.
Yet I'll never be able to get back on the right side.
"you made your choice, now it's over, you have eternal death."
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Angel of Death (editing)
RomanceHe was not human. That she know Since she was five she suspected his nature How can one fall for a fallen angel A demon from the pit of hell How can one hold so much for him Yes he killed She hated him But she couldn't get enough from him She w...
