A collection of stories, made into a Poetic fiction
and tailored fit with blood, tears, effort, and time.
From people's lives,
From the subconscious mind,
From randomness and reasons.
Come! Read & Explore what's behind each soul!
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My name is Zaro,
Or what I have adopted as a name for myself. I have been hiding below this tunnel of Gwadevaru for Millenium of years now.
Yes, I am not a mortal.
I am one of the beings whom humans over the years have been calling as divine, sacrad and holy—An Angel.
But I am not your ordinary angel!
I used to slay demons with my sacred sword of justice, yet on the heavenly war, I lost all my divinity. I was reduced into a pathetic spirit with no ability to manifest his own spiritual vessel, in desperation I did the unforgivable!
According to the forbidden acts, what I did is a form of abomination in itself!
The Father will never forgive me. But for him, I am willing to sacrifice everything just to see him win.
Call me a demon, a sinner, the fallen. But I firmly believed in hope and my faith that followed through it.
Today is the last time, I'll be using this body as I'll be greeting my judgment soon.
I kissed Lara passionately like a burning swamp fire, oozing with sorrow and acceptance which her body delights in fluid and wantonly manner, welcoming everything that I gave.
As I bid my farewell I looked at her disheveled hair and rosy cheeks. I heaved a sigh
"Goodbye baby. This is for your future, for mankind and the world."
Ruffling her hair, patting her closely to my embrace before shifting my gaze to the dark alleyways. I walked outside the tunnel and light had greeted my brown pupils.
The burning land and the mindless beings wandered around.
"That darn beast! He made this place into his kingdom now..."
Observing my surrounding which I never saw for a while made my eyes produce a cry. How pitiful these souls had become.
Each of the humans walking by had their souls tainted in a darkening light. The color of dawn has arrived! There should have been marked with uncanny numbers, signifying the number of sins they have committed and still committing.
