He had not been human for so long, he could barely remember what that felt like. Not angel, not demon, he was caught in between. Hell had no place for him and heaven had been lost to him the moment he turned. If he ever were to die, nothing awaited him except for eternal limbo. Not that different from the life he had now. And yet, he longed for it. He maybe didn’t long for death, as much as he did to simply not exist.
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