The Beginning
In the beginning of time there was death, and blah blah blah. Who cares what there was, I’m here anyways and as long as there are things to kill, chaos to bring, havoak and wars and disease to watch spread I’m not going anywhere. At least that was what I was told anyways. Like I’d tell you how to become immortal, let me tell you it takes a lot of bribing and a lot more cookies then the world has that could make to be immortalized, but hey that’s just my pov on whats big in this small little gallaxy you people and creatures of all kinds call a home. My name is Azrael and I’m the one and only, archangel of death. Yes siry, I just took it there. What are you going to do? Nothing, that’s what. For there is nothing you can do, for you are facing the most exteme prankster that was ever created. That’s right I like playing dirty little tricks on people and other living things, but hey it beats the hell out of just being bored and listening to my other sibs talking about who knows what. So I just wanted to intruduce mysleves to you, even if we are going to meet soon anyways. The introuductions are always the hardest and easiest to make. So let me tell you a little bit about myselves. Opp’s there goes my hand, looks like I was waving to fast for the little bugger to keep up with. Sorry little guy! Anyways I was created, one of I don’t know I lost count, when something shiny caught my eyes. I think it was uranius or a shooting star, but that was then and this is now. I was created during the time that the that’s just it I was created when life started to excist on this planet and everywhere else. Call it, what you may, the holy being making the world and all the other stuff that you people make up to please yourselves and others. All I know was that I was there one minute taking souls and guiding the living and the dead to their final resting place, and let me tell you it gets pretty boring with just doing that. So I developed my own way of entertaining myself. I call it tormenting the others. These little short stories are actually just small pranks in which I pulled not only on my sibs but also on the living race of, you. Read at your own pearil. No seriously, they are not for the faint of heart. There will be dancing skeletons with no clothes on… or skin for that matter. You have been WARNED, please read the warning at the bottom of these segments, and children. “I cannot believe I have to say this. Do NOT try these things at home!”
Warning: These stories are fictional made up fake as in not real. Off of the known record. If you come complaining to me then I get your pathetic soul. Loser. XD.
