"Even a lowlife scum can sometimes brighten the world. Jayce De Vera, you are the reincarnation of Aziel." That's what an entity who applied to be my guardian spirit said. He also forced me to tell my reoccuring dreams... And so, I tried to recall. Yet what I remembered, changed my life forever. "Me, a Gang Lord is actually sacred? What a joke!" *** Before books became laptops, the world was once a haven of magic; a fallen angel and a mortal made a promise to each other... "In your next life, let no winds of heaven dance between us." —Aziel "Wherever you are, my love is eternal. Even in hell, I shall drag your soul for us to meet once again." —Larra Thousands of years passed, they never stopped seeking one another. Now, cities have reached the skies. The earth crowned money as their king, Crimes are its empire, And God is nothing but themselves. In such a place, could their love continue? Can Jayce find Larra? Aside from being a Gang Lord, he would have to deal with the revelations unraveling and disturbing his life. This is a story with respect to the troublesome life of Jayce De Vera—Gang Lord of the Heavenly God! *** Photo not mine, if you are the artist and wishes to take it down, please contact me: @discord Suezaro#1704 WARNING!!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS THEMES NOT SUITABLE FOR A VERY YOUNG AUDIENCE. AUTHOR'S NOTES ARE SOMETIMES IMPORTANT!!! PLEASE READ SOME IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE!
(Back with Jayce in his treehouse!)
The Heavenly Law sometimes sleeps but it never dies. At that time, God may have disappeared but his presence is still everywhere. The system he had built through his own power will forever be the beginning of everything.
Also, I just knew that Aziel whom I find myself more and more connected to as I recall my dream would be reprimanded by his actions.
"Hey, why are you spacing out? Finally realizing something?"
The static voice resounded once more in that empty room. The feeling of being alone is somewhat soothed by his presence, even if I could not see him.
"Yeah... that Aziel guy... sometimes while telling his thoughts to you, I... I feel like it is from me."
I replied truthfully, resigning my fate that I can not remove these invisible restraints binding me. Am not even sure If what I am experiencing or seeing or doing right now is actually happenin'.
Am afraid, that this is just all my hallucinations or dreams eluding my sense of reasoning. But what could I do? No matter how much my hands were to struggle, they were still bound somewhere.
"Hehe alright, at least we are going somewhere. Now please, continue."
The static voice again urged me but I am still absorbed in my own thinking.
Aziel... I have seen him in many of my reoccurring strange dreams. They have continued to repeat and through me breaking some skulls, the dreams would eventually stop.
But, why? Why now? How come it spiraled back to me now? What if, me being bound is just an illusion? Is this a dream?
These dreams are an odd bunch.
Maybe I dream of this to take part in a great cause? To pick up what's tried and failed and make it whole?
Nah, fuck it! That's weird.
Balgra Kazta... it reminds me of an old book. Did he want to be among the Gods? Based on how I see it, Cultivation is common during the heavenly war. Did he want his name to be praised by many generations to come?
But am just a simple one. A shelter and some food are enough. I don't want to be bothered by such grand schemes.
Because I can see through all their disguises. All their talk about humanity and a great cause... ...behind it, is that same old vanity. Stand tall and make your own destiny they say? The fact is they think that destiny is always at their side.
Aziel's quest is a pathetic quest! He is full of obsession despite his silence. This ill karma will eventually orchestrate his downfall.
As I recall my dreams, that day Aziel killed Damon is the day of deliverance. But he had forgotten it. The day of deliverance is the day the Heavenly God once said in the scriptures,
"Beings of this world all suffer. Because they indulge themselves and let lust takes over."
This is what people of that era, I mean in my dream... They continued to celebrate that day in praise to God.
But Hell no! Fuck their Bullshit! It's Dogshit dressed as Batshit, somewhat Apeshit, and truthfully, Horseshit. Man, if only I was born at that time. I'll show em' I ain't Chickenshit! People would know it's Bearshit and I'll prove it!
But yeah, enough of that. I guess my sentiments of their situation got to me... And I'd have to continue my story.
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Arcadia, Inside the Church of the Heavenly God.
Aziel stood still, his feet are planted slightly on top of the banister, If he mistakenly moves just a bit, he would have slipped. Currently, he is having wild thoughts spanning in his mind while staring at the cold corpse of Deman.
The Unknown—emotions, stretches many possibilities, he is intrigued why mortals defied God. Now he is about to experience it himself.
'What could happen if I possess that mortal's corpse? Is that considered a sin?'
As Aziel contemplated, the priest formed a fist and delivered a blessing to Deman's corpse, also sprinkling holy water in the process while the Tavern's owner and the bunch stared at Deman with halfhearted sympathy by means of closing their eyes.
But not too long when these very same closed eyes would open...
Some slang explanation to make you understand what Jayce is spouting in this chapter.
Bullshit = lies
Dogshit = poor quality
Batshit = illogical
Apeshit =frighteningly aggressive
Horseshit = unfair
Chickenshit = cowardly
Bearshit = strikingly obvious