I wake up.
Today is a Saturday, and as such there was nothing for me to wake up for.
I took full advantage of this resting day, and the light coming from the window indicates to me it is long past dawn.
What welcomes me this morning is an unfamiliar sight. The sight of two faces leaned over my face.
-Good morning.
Soon after I open my eyes, both voices greet me lightly.
For a few seconds, I say nothing. I still need to understand the situation.
Then, as I'm still struggling to understand what's happening, I answer:
-Good morning.
It was
I'm used to using some parts of myself in characters, but this is the first time I write a character that shares my thoughts about criminality. It's still a bit different from me though, as this character never had murderous impulses as strong as I did a few years back. It never had the occasion to too.
Right as the devils were about to present me their first choice, they suddenly disappeared. I do not know how or why, but it seems there is an existence interfering with their actions. It could be good for the world, or it could not be, whichever it is depends on how well they can be interfered with and how annoying it is to them. If the interference is limited and they are very annoyed, it might actually fasten the Earth's doom by having them act out of anger. I only make choices, so while I select the direction, they are the ones who are responsible for tracing the path. If they both want to accelerate Earth's doom, they will. Anyway, I don't need to think any more than this. I leave my room, and get down to the kitche
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