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Humans believe that everything is possible in this world. I know that for them, it's not. Fortunately, this isn't the case for me. I can do everything I desire and that makes me happy. For quite some while, I have battled the one thing you should be afraid of; god. He's no man nor woman. He's not a being at all. I can tell you, that he is a pure ray of light. Not touchable or gettable, only there. I'm beginning to see that I almost sound like I'm reading a poem. Well, let me tell you something. Maybe I am the one being who can be evil and charming at the same time. Of course, that's only the the matter of my existence. But enough about me, as I want to tell you a little story. Believe me, it's not long at all. It will be hard to believe, but I was a child born and raised on this world. Not many know of this, as I was considered a fallen one. While it is of no importance to you, I can tell you it should be. I am seen as a sign of pain. They say I created the seven sins that rule the humankind. I've had enough of this and I want revenge. Now I sound like the typical me, of course. But I should remind you, that I became like this for a reason.It all began with the creation of Earth. The one being wanted to create light, but if there is light, darkness should exist. He thought to much of his power and knew what he did by shining his light upon Earth. He knew that I would be born and a cycle with it. Because of his light, I was born to a female mortal. It is hard to think about it for me as I lived for aeons. If I remember correctly, she had a pleasant colour of hair; red. Her beautiful white skin and deep dark eyes could silence me even now. The darkness and warmth of the womb pleased me. I came into existence because of that loving place. I could listen on and on as I heard screaming. Yes, I could hear everything inside there. While that is quite a wonder, it didn't matter. You see, mother wasn't the kindest person to others. Her name is of no importance but her story is. My mother was a murderer and a good one too. Of course, every mortal was at that point in the existence. Humankind had to survive for so long. The one thing I enjoyed the most was a red light. She would lie in the sun every week or so, blood covering her belly; the love. I was important and deserved that blood. Want to know the best moment of my life? It was my birth. She had slain my joke of a father and covered me in his holy water. It was a sign of power, strength and courage. My father deserved it for being weak. On second thought, I can't blame him really. My mother was just to strong. I grew up as a happy being. Took my own flesh and blood to eat and survive; she tutored me well. That, and I was a good student. Fortunately for you, I won't bother you with my whole life-story. I may tell you more later, but I want to get closer to the point right now. Can you wait for a second? I think I hear some idiot complaining about his new accommodation.
. Maar vanwege het engels en ( wat ik verwacht aan niveau van het verhaal ) denk ik dat ik stukjes mis, kleine details xD.
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