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ExecutionI used to be depressed about the bankruptcy of my business and about the unfairness of life that can ruin us even when we work hard... Now I understand that to be a man who loses everything is a great privilege. For a man who has nothing, has nothing to fear.
Alien blood is slowly dripping from my hand, blood of my ultimate nemesis.
I had a fairly successful business until a disaster happened. I was subcontracted to build roofs of newly developed buildings. We worked on it for several months, paying workers and for materials with my own money. When it came time of payment, we didn't receive any. Our contractor was dodging payment. He actually, never intended to pay. I had to start a long court case to regain my money and I had to close my business. I had a big tax debt as one has paid taxes from bills, not from real money that one got. My bill have never got paid.
Yet, I have learned about something, about vile alien thieves that stole my justice. A computer graphics
Konrad - the Angel Vampire Wizard of Justice Ch0
My name is Konrad and I'm 19. I'm an angel of Justice. As every angel of Justice, I wear powered armour with a set of melee and ranged weapons. This armour is temporarily fused with my body.
Besides being an angel, I'm also a vampire. My powered armour feeds on blood and souls of my enemies. I have black hair and smooth pale skin. My eyes are green and sparkly.
I'm a wizard and I have many spell cards which I can activate and smite the enemies of Justice or perform many other amazing and supernatural feats. I also know secret words that can activate fury mode and make me unstoppable for a short period of time.
I used to be an ordinary teenager. Every day I was bearing the burden of evil and injustice of this world upon my shoulders. I was abandoned, cheated, stolen from. Since I was born, I had to bear this burden. I was suffering for myself and for the others. Eventually, the pain became unbearable - physical in nature and I was no longer able to perform my duties. At school, at work,
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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