Standing on a high pce were two bck-winged angels, watching the earth.One resembled a middle-aged man, with a cw-shaped scar that ran across his face.While the other was a young man of beautiful appearance with long hair, tied in a ponytail.One of them, the younger, was the first to speak. – Is everything ready?––Everything is ready, I hope you're right. If we make a mistake...––Rex, my source is reliable. More importantly, did you already speak with Azrael?––He said he would not participate. But I still have my doubts–The young man sneered, saying. –As long as he doesn't stand in our way, he can go hide wherever he wants. But just in case, let's have someone watch him. He's stayed in that pce too long-–Knowing him, he might kill whoever we send––Fine, then send someone expendable– Azazel fell silent for a moment before continuing with a smile. –Abaddon–– What's wrong?––Are you sure you want to go through with this? If you go and regret it, maybe he'll forgive you–Abaddon only scoffed in response.– What? Are you chickening out?–The young man shrugged and said. –Curiosity, nothing more. I wanted to know what went through the mind of the one who was once the Destroying Angel–Abaddon replied with a serious look. –To me, He is already dead––The truth is, none of that matters. The armies are ready, we'll take as many human souls as we can. No angel of heaven will stand in our way, and since there are no more impediments– Azazel only smiled silently. –Then we begin the show––Let's begin–

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  Today began like any other day in any other city. People get up, have breakfast, and then young people go to study.In the middle of a deserted street, surrounded by tall buildings, walked a tall boy; his hair was as bck as his dark eyes. He gave the impression of being indifferent to his surroundings, and he did not bother to hide it.His name was Kus...Kus did not like to stand out, he hated annoying things and preferred simple things. He was never interested in retionships or anything complicated.Every day he took the same route to get to the institute, without worrying about his surroundings.The only person he paid attention to besides his father was his neighbor, Abby. Since their parents were close, they used to have dinner at each other's houses. That's how they met, and after a while, although reluctantly at first, they became friends.Kus thought seriously about the conversation he had with his father. For the moment, he did not understand why he had acted so suspiciously. Well, he had always been suspicious, but Kus didn't know why, yet something in him had been bothering him tely.When he arrived at the institute, he walked down the hall without bothering with the chitchat around him. Suddenly, he ended up bumping shoulders with someone and fell to the floor.As everyone turned to look, Kus raised his gaze angrily. The person he had bumped into seemed not to pay attention at first. It was a somewhat stocky boy, like those football pyers. But his face was terrifying, with a long scar running across his face.As soon as he looked at him, that boy sneered. –You must be Kus, you and the other chosen ones, all of you are useless–And without saying another word, he turned and left. Standing up amid the jeers, Kus looked at him coldly as if he wanted to etch his gaze into his mind.

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  For Bruce, today was very important. Tomorrow he would have the semifinal football game, and the match would be at home, so he already had half the game in the bag.–Hey Bruce, we're counting on you for the game, we have to finish them off––You said it, friend–After talking with his cssmates, Bruce headed to the seat of his girlfriend Bridget, the prettiest girl at the institute.They were a golden couple. Bruce was perfect at everything, in subjects, sports, or retionships. He was a boy born to win. While Bridget was beautiful, and well, for some people that was enough. Bruce didn't expect much from life either, he just hoped to enjoy it to the fullest.It wasn't long before the teacher arrived. His name was Louis; he was a very young teacher who had graduated not many years ago.– How about we start css? Bruce, find your seat–

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  As the day went on, Kus zily gnced at his watch, waiting for lunchtime. He honestly wanted to go home and do anything else.Ring! Ring!When the bell rang, the kids didn't wait for the teacher's permission to leave the cssroom. When most of them left, Kus got up calmly and followed them to the cafeteria.After getting his food from the cafeteria, Kus passed by everyone to an empty table.A moment ter, a very beautiful girl approached him; her hair was golden and her eyes were a very special blue-green. Her name was Abby, she was the only friend he had in this gray-toned city, at least that's how it was for Kus. When she arrived, she sat beside him and used hand signs.Yes, she was mute; after an accident in her childhood, she ended up with damaged vocal cords. Since she could not speak, she had to learn sign nguage. She even forced Kus to learn, which he did gdly.She was not very normal either, to be honest, even Kus didn't always know what was going on in her head. Let's say she had a very interesting way of thinking, beautiful, but strange and mute, considering one of her few friends was the least friendly boy in the institute.(Hi, my parents told me your Ezra is going on a trip. So I've been thinking, maybe I should come to your house to prepare the food. We both know you can't cook)Kus's lips tightened, and although he couldn't deny it, he was still not convinced.–Don't worry about me, I can survive on Chinese food. Better go with your sister, before she comes to pick you up–Abby gives an annoyed smile when she hears him, but she still stands up. Before leaving she looks at him and says firmly.(It's already decided)Hearing her, Kus smiles bitterly. She is the only one here who could pull that expression from his face; she had given herself that right.

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  Bruce sat with his friends Brad and Cooper, and his girlfriend Bridget, who was with her friends Camil and Allison.Bridget, a pretty blonde from the suburbs, was calling her sister, who was with that guy Kus. She had never spoken to her, never paid her any attention.Looking at Bridget's sister, Bruce couldn't help thinking she was more beautiful than Bridget. Her only problem apart from being mute was that she was as strange as they come, a shame.When Abby arrived with her sister, Bridget didn't waste time arguing with her.–I told you, stay away from that guy, he's not a good person, nobody knows what twisted things go through his head–Allison didn't stay silent either and spoke up.–It's true, that guy has a scary face, and he only talks to you. Who knows what he wants from you–Abby was about to respond, but then the cafeteria doors smmed open, breaking the breakfast atmosphere.BAM!At that moment, a skinny kid in a sweater burst into the room. He was sweating all over and his eyes were bloodshot.Some people tried to talk to him, but he avoided them.When he entered, he headed straight to Bruce's table without stopping. When he arrived, he stood beside Brad and looked at him silently.Brad stopped eating and turned to look at the boy with contempt.– What, you want a beating so early? wait until I finish my lunch–That seemed to make the boy explode, because without a word he grabbed Brad and threw him to the floor.When Brad got up and saw the ughing, mocking faces around him, he gritted his teeth and said angrily.– YOU'RE DEAD! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU SON OF A BITCH!–But the boy didn't give him time to attack. He pounced on him and hit him in the face; the beating was so hard that some teeth came out.With the second blow, Brad fell to the floor and the boys began to scream and cheer them on.But the boy didn't stop and began hitting him in the face with more force.Blood began to spsh those near them.Then, Bruce could no longer watch and tried to stop him, but the boy threw him off as if he were nothing."This kid is a superman" everyone thought when they saw Bruce walk away.

  That was what everyone thought. But shortly after, the boy's fists twisted at a strange angle. But he didn't stop and kept hitting.Brad didn't move anymore and everyone fell silent with pale faces.They knew...By the pool of blood...There was no way he could still be alive...