The author? God? I’m not sure, I mean I’ve forsaken that, centuries ago I have, what foolish naïveté.

I have a job of my own, a life…of sorts, one that I’m not…keen on losing, despite my limitless power, I’d still chase her.

Not in a romantic way of course.

I am bound by blood, bound since before my name was…my form was how i am now.

But The author? Others seem frightened, even she was surpr...

I suppose I am a man who has to day some important speech

No matter! crowd-pleasing is my thing.

“So, you come for a speech, it is that you shall get!”

I pointed at a man in the front row, in a suit, with slicked back hair.

“You there! What is the meaning of life?”

The man looked confused, coughed, and said “P-personally, my own belief is knowledge, learn all you can, explore your surroundin...

Rain tapped on the windows of the expensive mansion.

The man was on his knee, silent. Every once and a while lighting struck, illuminating his grief striken face.

It was years after, but he came back on the anniversary of his fatal mistake.

He should of kept his damned mouth shut.

Then they'd still be here....