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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,
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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