Chapter 42

SEVEN I placed my hand into my chest as I suddenly felt pain or something loneliness. This feeling is different. Is this how the devils feel? I didn't felt this way before when I was an angel huh. Should I ask this thing if this is normal to one of the superiors? But my doubt tells me no, and yes I would follow myself. I guess someone is stopping me from doing it. This feeling just started when I became one of the devils. When angels send me here. In angels realm our memories was totally erased and we don't remember anything, we don't feel anything. All we do is to follow order appropriately but one time, I made a mistake. "I made a mistake." "What am I?" The angel of death comes for the wicked, for those who hurt others with icy indifference. She comes with fingers of knives to slice out the eyes that watched the horror and pain with such callous minds. And when she stands before the greedy, the false and mortal who crave power, blades ready, tell them not for ask for p