as a scilent traveller, I walk among mortals, listen to their wailings, I stroke their wounds and help them to raise again.
For them, it is come with mental pain and the feeling of hate and despair.
For me, after the process of healing, I will connect with them, until the end of my being. for a long time, i will recive the subject's negative emotions, their despair will be become mine, the pain, they feel, the pain I have to bear. Many wounds and many memories I gain through my journey, will be a reminder of my work in this side of the world.
some day, when the great light of the mortals will wear off, when darkness will come to this world again, I will get free from this flesh-prison, my wings will grow back again and I will make my sword again, from my backbone.
on that day, the doors of heaven will open, berserk angels falls from the sky, and they will clear the humans from this planet, once and for all. only I will stand in their way...
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