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    Angel Of Lies – (Chapter: New Target)

    It started simple.

    I was someone you would see and forget about. It was my way to stay hidden from humans. I never wanted to be who I was.

    I never wanted to be a shadow to the world. But I found that was the easiest way to exist.

    It was the beginning to my end.

    I have sinned and that was why they placed this burden on me.

    I am the Human who will place lies and illusions in your life. Obstacles. To see if you are worthy to be chosen for higher purposes.

     

    I am the Angel of Lies.

     

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    “Welcome To your future.”

    I scoffed at the sign as I walked into the school.

    High school.

    How irrelevant to the human soul. The greatest test of someone’s character lays in this place.

    You can choose to be whatever you want.

    A nerd, prep, Goth, cheerleader, jock, drug dealer, movie star, skater, whatever.

    You tell yourself everyday that you had no choice becoming who you where; you where forced.

    But I laugh every time.

    You have a choice. Because I make you and you can always choose to ignore me.

    I stop walking to examine the student body as they push through each other to get to whatever tedious class that needs little knowledge to pass.

    The bell rings and I smile as I look down towards a crumpled up piece of paper.

    2317 students that I can easily corrupt and make them become unworthy, but today and for the rest of the year I will focus on one name.

     

    Spencer Carlin.

     

     

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    this is like the prologue so if jah like i’ll post more

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