Angel of Death

"Mother of all things, watch over me tonight, Hold me in your arms, until the morning light. Blessed be the mother goddess, by all her many names. May she bless my family and friends. May she bless the animals of the world, and all people everywhere..."
She repeats her mother's final words as she drifts off to sleep. It was her nightly routine now, ever since her father finally told her about the mother she never had. As her vision fades and everything goes dark, she can hear a voice, an incoherent whisper, with one sentence clear: "Come play with me, Angel..." calls the voice, distorted and rough. She can spot a slender figure outside her window, begging her to play...
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"ANGEL! WAKE UP!!!" Her father yells from downstairs. She sighs in annoyance before heaving herself up and getting ready for school. She hated school. Sure, she didn't have any friends except for a little girl who was covered in blood named Sally Williams that she hung out with in the forest to get away from her drunken and abusive father, and sure she was bullied, but that's not the only reason she hated school. It was boring and tedious. Repetitive, even. But that's besides the point. As she hums Candle Queen, she glances in the mirror, making sure the bruises on her pale skin aren't visible, roughing up her shaggy white pixie cut and staring into her soulless auburn eyes - wait... her hair is supposed to be brown, not white, and her eyes aren't meant to be auburn, they're blue! So why were they discoloured?
"ANGEL!!!" her father screams from downstairs, snapping her out of her daze. No time to think about it now! She runs down the stairs, grabs her bag, and runs to catch the bus. Another boring day at school, endlessly wondering why the hell she looks wrong. But everyone told her she was crazy, and she looked the same as always - boring and unoriginal - so that led her 13-year-old mind to the only logical conclusion. "I swear, my mirror is broken!" She fumes to Sally that afternoon, confusion filling her mind. Was she going crazy? No, surely not! This was real. Real as real can be. Just as Sally goes to respond, her father calls her inside. "Sorry, Sally. I have to go. Sleep tight!" She says warmly to the little girl. "Goodnight, Angel. Sleep tight!" She chirps back happily as Angel runs inside to make her father dinner
"Mother of all things, watch over me tonight, Hold me in your arms, until the morning light. Blessed be the mother goddess, by all her many names. May she bless the animals of the world, and all people everywhere." She repeats once more before bed once more. Before she sinks into sleep, static fills her vision, voices whispering for her to get revenge upon the people who hurt her. Get a knife and kill them all. But she blocked this out by telling herself 'Knives are unoriginal. I'll wait till I get a better idea' . And with that, she slept soundly
The next morning, she follows her routine. This time, the reflection had two sets of feathery white wings on it's back and one smaller pair on it's head, coupled with a feathery tail. She rushes down the stairs and to the bus stop. Another boring day at school, endlessly wondering why the hell her reflection is broken. Some boys decide to start throwing things at her in class again, leading everyone to laugh. She thought about that static from last night, the voices, and she knew what she had to do. Dinner was cold that night. She hadn't even bothered to microwave the TV dinner, she just gave it to her father cold. But he was too high to notice. Arsenic probably doesn't work as well heated anyway. "How unfortunate. I spent all that time crushing apple seeds and I didn't even get to watch the show. What a drag" She says apathetically to herself, finally beginning to snap. She hums Novocaine as she settles in for bed, thinking about her incredible plan for tomorrow
She wakes up, bright and fresh, and get ready for school. She looks in her - now autonomous - reflection, who waves in greeting. she smiles and waves back. "Would you like to use my body instead of yours? You can have it, have my wings and strength and regeneration, only if you complete your task today. Then come home and I will give you my body in exchange for yours, giving me freedom" It says. She nods enthusiastically in reply. "Ok. I'll see you then"
'Ha! This should be easy' She thinks to herself, walking to school. She didn't bother to bring a weapon. She works better when doing improv anyway. She skips to the gym block. That's probably the best place to start. She finds a metal bat, the perfect weapon. Practical, but original. And it wouldn't require cutting raw meat that way. She hated cutting raw meat. But regardless, teachers and students alike dropped one by one as she bludgeoned every single person in that school to death, hiding the bodies in various places until the whole school was dead. Not a single drop of remorse was in Angel's heart. They were all terrible people, they weren't her friends, so why should she feel bad? She'd never hurt a good person, and much less her friend!!! So it's fine. She walked home when it was almost night, and rushed because she was terrified of the dark. she turned on all the lights in her house and realised just how much she missed having someone else in the house. She hated her father, and didn't regret killing him in the slightest. But the feeling of another living being in the house. But she walked up to the mirror regardless
"Hello. I did what you asked" She tells the reflection. "Good" It replies. "Go to sleep now. You will be me tomorrow. And when He comes, follow him, Angel. Play with him. Join him"
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"Mother of all things, watch over me tonight, Hold me in your arms, until the morning light. Blessed be the mother goddess, by all her many names. May she bless the animals of the world..."
She repeats her mother's final words as she drifts off to sleep like she always does. It was her nightly routine now, ever since her father finally told her about the mother she never had, even after she killed him. As her vision fades and everything goes dark, she can hear a voice, an incoherent whisper, with one sentence clear: "Come play with me, Angel..." calls the voice, distorted and rough. She can spot a slender figure outside her window, begging her to play... and she did. She played all night long. And she was never seen again
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
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Category:Loads of Characters
Category:Pointless Violence
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Category:English Class Failure