This is just a read. Nothing much, just some ramble of a character for my story. I only posted it just to see if someone here could tell me if it's crazy enough. Not too concerned. But, if any critics are here to show. It's just a draft, a character's monologue, but I don't mind input about it if that suits you. To me it’s a simple window into my wonderfully dark character in a wonderfully large story. So, enjoy. If crazy suits your taste…





Who am I?

What am I?

Why am I…?

You ask, you ask, you ask. All of you ask, all you so ask of me! To you and me, and what comes between. I’m a loving person who loves his mother and father dearly. I do what I can and do what I must. I don’t hesitate to do what I do and do what I must. But, at last my days are so full of forebode of things.

So, many things! Many things! I love the all the things in this life, just like my mother. She’s loves life like a child, and she’s love me! Me! Me, Me, Me!

I do to love my only things, my only things. I love the sounds and volleys of all things. This world is filled with simple things, harder things. Hard, but simple things. They move the world dad made, and my eyes have to see the things. They have this, and something like that. They’re everywhere I see, all around me.

Cause the things still don’t make much good sense to me. They stay and yet never change. It’s what I step, step as I wonder around. It’s all here, it’s up there, the things. Those wonderful things. Sticking up there, and changing when the sun goes down. And the sun is still a thing, just a thing. The one thing I ever first got to see…

This world must know and know it now. The days are numb and the days are growing so, so…Cold…

Heh, hee, I love you. I love you mom. I love you mother. I love you mom. I love you mom. Mom, mother, mama, my mother…

The time is dark and our moon is up.

Mom, I’ll go get some meal and love for you.

Your son Azrael loves you!

I love you! I love you! I love you!

Ah!

Today I just got something special all just for us! Here, have all up!

Yeah! Yeah! This one’s blood is good, he’s been bad lately in the world of dad’s, but mother should love him up. He cleaned up well, so well and swell. I did what I did, and I had to do what I do. Hurt and hurt, and make the man’s pain go up in a squirt and spurt. But, the job is the job. So, that’s that.

….

Let’s go together, beside each other. For I love the world and the things, all them things! I love them, doing what I had to do. Just for them. For those things, the ones that move. The one’s that move, the one’s that sound just like a wolf.

Just as they scream, “AH! No, Stop,sto-asphe-gah-”. Sounds I hear, that the one’s the mourners almost sound like. The one’s I continue to hear, hear all the time. Like those when I work, all around my things. With all the moving things bowing to one’s I took for mother.

Just as I watched one moving thing. Out of the many moving around my ready work. This one special thing just running to the work. My special work.

Just one to run, run. One running down the stairs! Down and face falling! The one to crawl on fours with it’s thing face strained. Strained in the rain. Running in the rain… Screaming about the one I did for you, mom.

“God, god, god, god, oh god, my son…! Not my son, not my son, not my son, too! No god, no god, no-”

Just all the say things she said about my work.

Only for you mommy. For you mom.

I love you!

Fell in love with this character~ <333 you are very good!! It's amazing! ^ ^ I'd like to read more!

>>2Yeah, well your welcome. If thats something you want to read then your'll just have to wait a bit. The story isn't one I can just focus on one charactor. I made about over a dozen different one's with over quite a bit time put into developing them.

And the one that I was putting up in here is a charactor that pertains to a incident that was common in the time and place of my story for "him". But, I don't mind sharing some more.

Though again, I'm more the quailty takes time kind

I love it... It's awesome... I can't wait for more to read ツ

Wow freaky and great, I think it was good. I’ve read it two times all ready.

If anyone who ever wonders into this small section of literature I made. Then read a little of this.

To put my little input into this character monologue is simple with a taste for complete oddity. Sweet and sour. Tasteless and yet undetermined.

What does this crazy person want. What you read is suppose to give your mind something to think. He is a man who goes by the name of Azrael.

The blood man. The reaper's son. A story when the crazy and the crazy meet up in a little town called Mexico. Where the street says Mexico city. Where the characters meet and greet. And story only isn't complete. What you see is just only a part of story that only seems to get bigger.

Just as you see or read that the man who lives life of an assassin could only meet death. Yet, death is his life and life can't go without death. Loving death, death to absolve. That's what it means to be mother deaths son. Her loving son....

So, that's about a very small taste about the character. I mean a really small taste in an author's perceptive. And he's really not the only in depth character I made.