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If I run, will you come after me?
If I disappear, will you search for me?

How far will I have to go to find myself, after you threw it away? How long must I suffer alone, because of your abuse, before this is over?

Why are my friendships always on thin ice over stupid things? why.... Why do I always feel like running away from this s**t? Am I still living with an insecure mind?

Why do I have so many questions?

How people see me is an illusion. The image is what I want them to see, but it is not what an Angel truly looks like. I know there are some Angels who are not as powerfull as myself, and there for, they have a very 'human' image. But an Archangel... We are truly scary, and might even be considered a Demon of the Light.

The 'human' for that people see is an illusion. My real form is this:

I have 8 wings. 2 Feather, 2 Metal, 2 White 'Demon', and 2 Reversed Feather.
I have 4 halos that teir upwards.
My I-teeth aren't as short as a humans, but on both bottom and top they are at least 3 inches long.
My skin is not pale white, but a scaly gold.
The dainty hands you see are truly claws.

Would people take comfort if they were being protected by something so hideous?

In the year 4 A.D., I arrived on the Mortal Plane, quickly hiding with teh people. God had just sent his first son to the same Plane for some reason, but I wasn't paying attention.

I realized that as long as I carried Shi, my mind was always wandering, I could never focus as I used to. I was turning black... slowly fadng to gray. It was the Demon in the sword that was slowly changing the color of my heart.

My first years passed in a blur, Simply because I was trying to find a place to ease into life while I served my sentence. I stayed near, or atleast as close as I could, to Christ. I didn't doubt his abilities.. But as my heart was turning, I was loosing faith in what I had known for years, questioning everything I grew up knowing.

It was wonderfull to listen to him, he was a great orator. He trully was the son of God.

Been so long, I forgot all his lessons. I recently picked up a bible though... and found that they got a few of his speeches wrong. But it was nice knowing that someone recorded his good deeds.

I laugh, thinking about way back them, and how point less it all was. Part of me still sees it all as one big joke, One joke I can laugh at for ages to come. What possessed me to believe?

Anyway... I traveled, as I was destined to. I was a freelance mercenary, But I changed my mortal appearance every 20 years so no one would recognize me. It never put myself into a place of power, even though I could. I just wandered.

I don't know how to say this... I wasn't sure anyone would read it. 2 thousand years as a mortal, and their life is all I know now. It was rather entertaining to watch Christ get crucified, even though I was the only one of my kind presant.

Yes, I'm an Angel, but not a Fallen. I have been Cast Down by my people for killing one of them. But I was provoked, harrased, bullied into killing her. It was in self defence.

If we had taken the issue before American Court, I would have been in the clear... it was self defence. She threatened my life, She threatened everything I held dear.. my friends and family, my whole life.

Maybe I should tell you a little more about me?

My name is Kerro Starbane. Translated into "Destroyer of Stars" or... I am the Destroyer of the Universe. Befitting for all the torment I have gone though. Yes, I plan on killing every light of Life, starting with that of my kind.

I grew up for 15 thousand years on the Angelic Plane, Watching the Mortal Plane with great interest and respect. My family was respected, the Starbane Clan respected though the whole Plane. My father was the High Chancilor for the Grand Council. That is the second Highest possition known, next to God. I was his second child.

It was a peacfull life, prefecting my fighting skills. I was a Tactics and Straegist fighter. I was to be in Command of the Great Forces when the time came.

That time did come, in a war 3,000 years ago between the Angelic Plane and the Demon Plane. We chose a battle feild that was clear on mortals, and there we fought. It got to the point where the Angelic Forces were being over-run, and I had to fight. It was not my Leadership that got everyone killed, it was that of my Sister's.

she didn't have the training I did, She didn't have my dicipline, She didn't have my skills. She got my people killed.

In the heat of Battle, my sword was thrown from my hands, and destroyed, so I grabbed the closest weapon, an Angelic Artifact thrice disguised as first a demon blade, second as an Angelic blade, and as third again a Demon blade. I grabbed it, only sensing the Angelic Disguise. It cursed me... An artifact cursed by a demon.

Shi, the Angelic Cursed Artifact of Chaos. The Chaos Blade. It was only rumored to exist, and now it was in my hand. Shi guided my hand, her skills surpassing my own, and enhancing them.

I returned to our Plane, Victorious in myself... but Defeat against the Demons. They won, and took over the Mortal Plane, changing the hearts of Men.

I could not speak readily to my Father about the matter of my sister getting our warriors killed. He had more faith in her than in me. How often does that happen, the second accells where the first failed, yet teh parent only sees his first? It was the same with my father.

I finally toook My people into consideration.... and looked past my Sister to her friend... the little creatin that followed everywhere... That one was the one who was threatening every thing I held dear and knew. It was her that I struck out at.

And guess where that lead to? She started bickering, harrassing me, insulting me... My friends could see it was getting on my nerves.

Each and everyone of my kind also saw my sword. It wasnt the thin bladed weapons that are enchanted and issued, this was a full Broad sword. as tall as I was., and 6 times heavier. Yet I could still weild and swing like it was a normal blade. I was scary, to put it bluntly. No one wanted to be near me when I got angry.

Finally I snapped. Everyone in that hall will vouch for me, I had a right to do that.

Alas... I ended up being sentenced to This forsaken place... But I like it much better. Customs are differnt, It is not as strict, and I can do what I want...

All for tonight... I shall continue my adventures int eh Mortal Realm another time. As a mortal 17-year-old, I have school in the morning. Highschool sucks. xd