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For centuries I have walked among you invisible mortals.
I am an angel of death and your rotten world is of no concern to me.
I have witnessed wars, plagues, famines... the wickedness of man knows no bounds.
At this moment, I watch a malnourished child agonizing in an alley.
His mother cries inconsolably.
Why should I snatch away her last hope?
I shake my head, refusing to participate in such cruelty.
For the first time in my eternal existence, I feel something... pity?
No, it is impossible. Angels don't have feelings.
Still, I close my eyes, holding back what I swear are tears as his soul fades away.
