The day I died they sang songs of great joy.

The day I was born… the angels predicted the coming of me. And they sang songs of fear.

But they could not predict my form. They did not know what I was. Or who I was. Or why I came.

No they simply knew me as one thing.

For you see they told of my arrival but even they did not know of the extent of my evil.

For you see the day I was born they predicted the coming of a calamity.

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“ so what’s the point of this interview in the first place?”

“ you, you are stupid. It ok I know that. But can you be this stupid. Is this on purpose… you MANGY FUCK!!!” The little red girl called Ai stop scribble oh and that was honestly what she was doing those are not letters and their not words on a white piece of paper and her eyes locked with mine. Her frown turned in to a small pout for the hundredth time in the last minutes only to change back to a frown soon after. It was as if she was fighting a great battle in her mind. And her eyes now held the intensity of a war. Shit she’s on to me. I will act seriously for now. But I will return anyonning again hahahahaha

“ No I’m serious why the interview. Why are we here you’ve now me for days and haven’t really cared who I was before. You’ve had many chances and now that we're here at this interview all you’ve done is sit their and call me names.” Mane

“ ahh fuck ahh it was to set the mood you, you, you… stupid grrrrrrr”

“ sorry did your brain fail you back their.”

“ no it fucking didn’t fail me back their. Any way we will now commence the interview”

“ right what do I get out of this interview?”

“ I fucking told you… the greatest shit I’ve ever made.”

“ please elaborate… please”

“ like my technique and things”

“ and why do I need your when I have mine? If I am right in my belief that you were serious but if your techniques were so great why don’t you just go and poison the heavens by yourself.”

“ nnnnrrtrrrrrrggaaaaaarrrrrrrrr because I’m sealed here. But you aren’t so I’m trapped and you free.”

“ I’m free really then I’ll leave now”

Her faced harden and she sank back into the shadows it would be very intimidating if not for the pink, boss of awesomeness name tag that was revealed when she did so”

“ yes unlike me you aren’t chain to the wall but make no mistake you are still in the cage. It may not be a cage with bars but it’s a cage nonetheless. So no your not free just less reaped then me”

“ really? So what I’m trapped in the void but your trapped in a certain part of the void”

“ yeah”

“ Then aren’t I trapped to if I’m here with you?”

“ it’s less a cage more a seal on us it binds me to the void. As for my sisters they have their own reasons for being here. BUT I FUCKING DON’T!”

She slammed her hand into the table and it shattered but soon after the pieces broke apart they seem to glow then turn to ash.

“ if you had my techniques I promise you wouldn’t have lost. Yours although powerful the required a target to vent your rage and so long as it was your enemy you would only grow in power the longer it lived and don’t get me wrong but when you targets would pass your power would drop and if you went to long without killing the you’d enter a state where you would lose yourself and fight solely like a beast. You move entirely on instinct. This self you about but unstoppable but you reacted poorly to new threats.”

“ ha what with the seriousness it doesn’t suit your character”

She begun to frantically wave her arms around.

“ but,but your being stubborn just accept my stuff and don’t be a baby about it”

“ I thought this was a interview?”

“ shit! Ok it’s ok Ai you got this… ok here we go”

She started to stare at me..

“shut up… stupid don't question my awesomeness”

“ ok ok why don’t we start simply what the techniques name”

She paused for a moment. Then looked away from me as if embarrassed.

Her head gently swaying while she sits up right on a pile of ash that was once a table well at least I know where the sand came from. Her eyes darted side to side and yet they always avoided me. Yet she just seemed unable to sit still. Seeing this I decided on my best course of action. I reached forward and poked her. She didn’t reach and stop moving. So I poked her aging my finger sinks slightly as I decided that it better to push her with my finger to witch she responded with a deep hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm it sounded at like someone playing pretend at the an extremely realistic buzzing until she turn her head with enough for that my finger snapped off. I was left staring at my now missing finger waiting for the pain to come when she said in a small whisper

“promise you won’t laugh at its name”

o shit I’m going to laugh at it name so hard when she tells me

“ what of course not I’ll never make fun of somebody who’s just trying to help me after all.”

Ha ha ha ha ha for my finger you bitch I’m going to laugh super hard. I’m going to do it until it’s painful.

“ ok but you need to keep in mind that it was a different me at the time.”

“ ok” o god the anticipation is killing me

“ you need to know that people change I’m not the same person I once was”

“Ok I understand ”

Then there was a long wait as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes. After fifteen minutes I got bored and and tried to leave. But as I was approaching the door I heard her speak and it wasn’t the word I was hoping for. It wasn’t a funny name brought to her tounge by desperation no it was a solemn confession.

“ I’m sorry but it’s your fault at first I was just going to say whatever came to mind but then you got all serious in consoling me that I just froze up and ah ah ah I just forgot my joke. I'M SOOORRRRYY PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!”