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What is pain? What is panic? What is resentment? What is hatred? What is...evil?

"I would give anything to go back to those times when I didn't know the meaning of those words."

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1x He used to be an angel, the angel who stood beside God, boasting an unconventional, unique connection, a connection only they could understand, one only they could feel. What had become of those days when he was loved? What had become of those days when he loved?

What had changed?

He had changed.

...No...

They made him change.

He spent his endless days thinking about how his creator's loving gaze had become filled with insecurity and would soon turn into a sharp, cold mask that he felt could cut him in two.

Each time he took someone's life, all he could think about were his days of exile and loneliness, trapped in tears and fear, calling out the name of his only beloved, even after centuries of decay... he never came.

Did she hate him? Did she truly hate him? Why? Why was he loved before and now...?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound and the heavy impact of a bullet in his chest. While he was stunned, he watched as two survivors escaped. Just as he was about to go looking for them again, THAT feeling hit him...and for a few moments, he could hear his heart beating. It was strange; he hadn't had a heart for a long time. It could only mean one thing: it could only be ONE living being...just one...just you.

He turned slowly, his senses detached from the real world, focused only on the presence of the one who had once been his lifeline, but who now seemed to be the root of his illness.