On that day, the humans thought on themselves
Is this the end?
Everywhere, everyone
Running, Screaming, Shouting, Yelling
Shivering in fear
Afraid
Worried
Did not know anything nor realising anything
Is this the wrath of god?
No
This is simply how the world works
Erasing the useless one
Removing the unused
Cleaning the world from filthiness
He just laying down, under the rubble and stones, seeing the world being discarded
But, as he laying down, raising his hands, trying to search for a small fragments of hope,
A figure of a man, in a white robe-like clothings, a circle of light, hovering on his head, with a pair of white wings
Yet,
another pair of devillish wings beneath it spreading wide
Who is he?
As he offered his hand, he asked
"You, the one who still have the hope on the world. Will you change it, or see it changing?"
With no doubt, the one, who raised his hand, receive those hand, and answered without hesitation
"I Will-"
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He, The Immortal
FantasyBorn by Love, Raised by Hatred, and Live in Hell Wandering through the world, seeking something, that he don't even know Many encounters. Many separations. Loved, and Hated Being Cared and Abandoned Yet, He still believe in one thing. The World Som...
