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Angel of Small Death

Angel of Small Death

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I've been among the human race ever since God made Adam and Eve. I was there when they took their first breath of air and I was there when they took their last. God made me to do the hard part which is to choose when to kill his creations. It's not something I would have chosen to do but it's what I got. Some call me the daughter of Satin but I'm far from that. Satin has longed for me to join him and his army for decades but I refuse and that is why he cursed me... It has been about five decades since that unfaithful night and I still haven't came across my curse, but I know it's out there in the world waiting. My looks have deceived many Gods, Angels, and Demons. My long blonde locks of golden beaned sun soaked hair have left so many people dead in their wake. You only see me when your about to die. I'm the first thing you see when you enter the world and the last thing you see when you exit. I'm your death wish.
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"Doesn't seem to work now that my DNA is so fucked I can't heal." I say to him, rolling my eyes. "So you agree that it is a change in your DNA?" Charlie says to me. "I don't know." I huff, angry at this whole debate. "I can't deal with humans fucking up every effort I have to live happy." "Does Father ever let you stay in Heaven?" "Only half the time." "And what do you do in Heaven?" "I fight. Sword fighting mostly, it's a big attraction. Our sword fights are as popular there as football is here." "Football?" He asks, his eyebrows raised. "Ugh, wrong era. Whatever." I respond, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity. A sudden hitch in my breath causes me to cough more, another clump of clotted blood coming forward into the towel I offer. "Life on earth is just a revolving door of wars, fighting, finding out angels exist, fighting over it, killing everyone that remembers, then back to the industrial revolution again. And there's almost always times when angels are outlawed and locked up." "Back to your problem though, do you agree that God may be trying to train you? Or maybe he's using you to remove the villains from society?" "The latter holds some truth. After all, I do get dumped into the human society when everything is going to shit." "Do you ever do wrong in Gods eyes? Maybe he's putting you down here to clean up society as a punishment." Book 4, yep I skipped one. Each book stands on its own. It's good to read the first before, but not necessary. I use wattpad as a back-up of my typed stories. I have so much more hand written, and if you truly are interested I will totally type more or even upload pictures of each page written.

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