Good, Bad, or Both

Good, Bad, or Both

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My name is Jess and I'm an angel. I have white wings and powers that you couldn't imagine. For as long as I can remember I've been on Earth. No, I have never been to Heaven as far as I know. I have no clue who my parents are. But on the bright side I'm free and I can do whatever I want. When I was twenty I stopped aging on the outside. I am currently one hundred years old. I've watched a generation of friends and strangers pass before my eyes and I've had enough of it. I've dealt will pain and loss for too long. I might be free but I'm alone. You know how humans turn fifty or sixty and realize they haven't done anything with their lives? That's how I feel. I'm a hundred and all I've done is watch love ones die. I can't do it any longer. I want to save people. I want to save them from the monsters of this world. Maybe even save them from themselves. I'm about to let you get a peck of my world but there's a thin line between good and bad. And the longer you stay the more you will want to leave. But I can't leave it's my home... and I've made friends. (Not just another werewolf story I promise)
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I'm Xirasti a pure demon that lives in hell. When I was a child on accident I found an angel trapped in the bottom of a cavern. From the first moment I saw him he was mystical and enchanting. As I grew older he became beautiful and had me enraptured. Then I set him free. Things did not go as expected. What I do know is: I almost died for him. I burned for him. I bled for him. I sacrificed for him. I deceived for him. I stole for him. I longed for him. Then once he is free I do them all over again and again. Because Sam, I'd follow him anywhere. What better reason is there to sacrifice yourself for someone other than love?

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