This story contains violence, if you don't feel comfortable with it please don't read it.
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Since I was a child, I have been seeing things I wasn't supposed to. Ghosts, mythical creatures, demons, and angels-I did communicate with them, but only with ghosts, because if I try to communicate with a mythical creature, it will just run away and hide from me. But I never tried to communicate with demons and angels.
Demons and angels are divided into three species. In Demons, there are Cherobim, Herobim, and Lorbim, and in Angles, there are Lordies, Guardians, and Shinigami.
Humans can't see what I see; I am the only one who can see them. Why is it, though? What is the purpose? I don't know.
But, as far as I know, I suddenly got involved in their fight. A fight that leads to the end of the world. Sadness, despair, and chaos are the only things I knew.
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"This is the end!" he exclaimed, his sword held firmly against his neck. "Is it?" he retorted, a smirk playing on his lips as he remained steadfast, refusing to back away from the blade at his throat. "No! Stop!" she cried out, desperation in her voice as she sprinted towards them, desperate to halt the impending violence.
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