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Alexander Crescillo

"Say it!" I growled in my victims face. My sight was turning red. Along with my eyes, I'm assuming.

"How is this related to my death in any way?" The guy yelled out in desperation and squirmed between my hands. I had a deadly grip on his throat, stopping him from leaving.

"SAY IT." My voice was more commanding this time and it made my victims eyes widen in terror.

"Alexander has the sexiest bum ever." He cried out and tried removing my hand from his throat.

"Good boy." I smirked and snapped his neck. His body went limp as I dropped his pathetic body to the floor. The room got quiet around us and I kneeled down to look at him.

My smirked dropped when I saw his body not moving but I shook my head to clear my thoughts before they started spiraling.

I'm not the bad guy.

I'm saving the world, even if they don't know it.

I would try to explain myself but nothing I say will ever be enough to convince people that I'm not the bad guy they so desperately want me to be. I'm not saying I'm innocent, but nothing I do is ever done without a valid reason.

Everyone thinks I'm a menace to the world and I should be gotten rid of but if anything, I'm doing the good people a favor here. If you want a better world, you have to make sacrifices and that's exactly what I'm doing.

The guy I just killed is called Robbin Garcia; one of the city's biggest gang leaders.

There's no crime he hasn't committed; from killing innocent people with no mercy to taking money from the poor and the most despicable one would have to be assaulting his enemy's wives and children just to spite them.

It is way beyond me how parents would bring that upon their family.

I took out my knife and made a cut in his chest after he was already dead. The sight of blood dripping down his chest made my eyes shine a bright shade of red and my heart danced in satisfaction. I brought my hand out, getting some of the blood on my hand and watched as some of it trickled down my fingers.

Absolutely beautiful.

I'm not a sadist.

No, really. My inner demon is the sadistic one.

He's a part of me now so in order to fulfil his needs, I need to do these things for him.

If I don't, he will actually burn the entire city to the ground and feed on every single dead person in sight until he's well fed.

Trust me, it's that bad.

I heard the sound of a door slamming open in the living room and I took that as my sign to leave.

Closing my eyes, it took me a few seconds to teleport back to my house before

Robbin's wife could walk in on me licking her husbands' blood and having the time of my life. Although let's face it, that would be an intense scene to walk in on.

My happy thoughts were disrupted when I heard the voice of my annoying friend.

"Had a fun time?" He shot me a mischievous smile as soon as I appeared in my room. I rolled my eyes at him.

There are multiple fallen angels in the city and they all get pleasure from different things; some from killing, some from torturing... My friend, Azza, gets pleasure from simply annoying me. It's his thing. His name means 'the strong' but really, he's just 'the asshole'. The two 'A's in his name literally stand for annoying asshole.

"Get out of my house, Az." I jumped on my bed and sighed with relief. I was extremely exhausted after taking the lives of 78 people today.

Killing evil people isn't a hobby, it's a lifestyle. It's my favorite pastime and I'm the best at it among the fallen angels.

"No can do, Xander." I threw a shoe at him but he quickly dodged it and shot me a glare. He knew I hated that nickname but he still used it anyways, that's on him.

"Well, that wasn't nice."

"I never said I'm a nice person." I shrugged and stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I have to change my shirt because the blood is starting to dry out." I pointed towards the door and motioned for him to leave. My shirt was probably fine for another half hour, actually. I just wanted a reason to kick him out.

"You know I don't mind." He whispered with a lustful voice and I rolled my eyes. Did I forget to mention that he was a horny bisexual pain in my ass?

"Out." My voice was commanding this time and he was forced to comply. With one swift motion, I took my shirt off and sighed. I don't understand humans for several reasons but their dependency on wearing clothes in summer is the most confusing thing to me. Why can't they just walk around naked?

I can't even do my job properly without being forced to 'dress for the occasion' because apparently it's weird to walk around naked in the streets. To be fair though, humans aren't really the brightest fish in the sea so, I get it.

I waited for a few minutes in my room before walking to the living room, hoping Azza would be gone by now.

My footsteps echoed in the hallway and I guess it alerted Azza because there he was, comfortably sitting on my couch, still waiting for me with an annoying smile slapped across his face. He turned around to say something stupid but froze when he saw me shirtless.

His eyes started wandering shamelessly and I fought the urge to end him right there. I might find him annoying, but he is also one of the few people on my side and I need him for what is about to come in the future so I can't kill him just yet.

"You still didn't leave?" I groaned and went back to my room to put a shirt on. I can't even walk around naked in my own house any more.

"Hey, come back! I told you I don't mind." Az laughed out loud.

"I know you don't mind, asshole." I yelled back at him and decided to stay in my room for the rest of the night.

My thoughts travelled back to Rapunzel as soon as I lied down in bed. Never in my life have I ever failed at killing someone and it's not even my fault. Since when did guardian angels stand against me?

I've also never been hit by a pan or anything else at that matter before. If I weren't a fallen angel, you probably would've seen my brains visibly shoot out of my head from her hits. She was oddly strong for a human.

Thinking about her and Zach sitting together and plotting ways to kill me made my blood boil. How dare he interfere with my plans and give my target strategies to use against me? She probably doesn't even know I heard all of that conversation. That somehow makes me ten times more annoyed because she's probably sitting in her bed, jumping up and down in excitement right now. She's probably so happy thinking she finally has a hero to save her now.

How pathetic.

How the hell did she even trust him that easily? Is it because he is an angel or because she is attracted to him? Either way, it causes me more trouble. He's an actual menace to me.

I may hate angels in general because they all turned against me after my mistake but I hate Zach the most. He was supposed to protect and defend me, not stand with the rest of the angels against me. What kind of mentor does that to his student?

After I fell, I knew that the only thing I could depend on and trust was my inner demon. He may drive me to the edge and make me do things I had never imagined doing, but he's always there for me, a loyal companion. The only one who doesn't look at me like I am a monster.

Because he is the monster instead.

Maybe It's the fact that I needed someone to blame for all my wrongdoings and he was willing to take the blame that made me want to please him and fulfill his needs more.

The truth is; I was never born a monster. My childhood turned me into the angel that I am today. A dark angel, some would call me, or fallen angel.

The angel that was thrown all the way from heaven to earth for taking matters into his own hands and getting revenge on the person that ruined his life instead of just sitting in heaven and being a bitch about it.

All heaven taught me was to forget about the people who hurt me and the people I loved. It taught me to smile and pretend like I was happy and doing just fine but the truth is, I wasn't happy. I was mad. And I was never allowed to show it. They hated me because I showed it.

It drove me crazy.

Falling might have been the most painful thing I have ever been through but at least now I can avenge everyone who went through the same thing I did and everyone who was told to hold in their anger because it wasn't pretty or wasn't normal.

If you hurt me, you die. That's what I want to teach people around me. It's the only way to survive life.

My anger is not directed towards innocent people who have barely sinned. It's for all those who hurt and brought misery to others to save themselves.

And got away with it.

I plan on making every person who ruined the lives of their friends, children, family, or even just a random stranger pay for their sins, even if I have to kill them for it, and that's why these angels can't stand me.

People say that fighting wrong with wrong doesn't make things right but those people don't know what it feels like to be put through actual hell by someone sick and watching them go on with their life as if nothing happened.

If you wronged others, you will pay for it. You will listen to the voices of the people you hurt. You can't walk away from it, not any more.

Rapunzel might be innocent to other people but I am going to make her pay for getting in my way. I wasn't even going to hurt her that day at the convenience store. I was just putting on a show as I usually do.

I didn't start the battle, she did.

I'm just going to make sure I come out of it, a victor.