Legend of the Antichrist
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Last published Thu, Apr 17, 2014
Something had suddenly clicked in my head though after the riot of demons shouting my name and screaming at the sight of me. I felt wanted… no needed and here in heaven I feel like something that they want, not the accepted kind of want but the want that a child wants when he sees a toy. Sure I’ve been working here in heaven for a month now, training to kill the “nasty” demons that lurk in hell, but there not nasty demons, actually I’ve grown fond of them. I like them better than most angels actually, angels know they are special and powerful and that they have everything they could ask for but demons they have to fight for what they want and train to be great soldiers, like me I have to train to win this war.
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