Heaven won't take me and hell's afraid I'll take over. I'm a 'man' stuck in between two parallel world known as earth. During the day, I may seem like your normal average guy but when the sun comes down -- not a single satan dare to defy me. Who am I? What am I? Those are questions better left unanswered. But if you are curious, be prepared for the worse.


I breathe fresh blood.

I am a monster without a soul.

I rip out the life from your very heart.

I am the shadow lurking around in the darkness.


I work for the Devil and condemned by the God. I'm am the angel of death.


I have never wanted to do this job for the rest of eternity but I had no choice. The past made me who I am now. The memories of me being a human are slowly fading away but there will be one memory that shall never be erased from my mind. I was so young when both me and my girlfriend got into an accident. It was my fault to begin with -- I was drunk. We had a fight and I wasn't paying any attention to the road -- crash. I hit the lorry right in front of us and we were both seriously injured. I remembered hearing the sound of the ambulance, noises from the people surrounding us and endless flashes from the cameras. Then, everything went all blank. I think the injuries were serious as the pain was really unbearable. I guess she was too. As I layed down on the cold metal bed, I knew I was going to die. That was when I heard a sound. A voice. It was whispering but I could hear it clearly.


"Michael .. are you willing to trade your life for her's?"


Everything was still a blurr. I couldn't even differentiate what's dream or reality anymore. I knew what It said. I'm sure he was not a God or an angel. He sounded different. Evil. The thought of talking to him send shivers down my spine. Despite my endless pain, I could still think with my conscious mind. I knew it was my fault that we're here. I loved her. Just like that, without any second thought, I agreed and signed a contract with the Devil himself. I sold my soul to him. He was a despicable creature but he sticked to his words. My girlfriend continued living on with her life but it saddens me at how fast she forgets me. Even when I was without a soul, my heart aches when I see her kissed another man and called him her husband.


I lost hope in love.


This made working really easy though. Whenever I found my next victim, I would use all those hatred to rip the life out of them. It was rather, fun. Everything changed when I received my latest assignment. I was assigned to take the soul of a patient in a hospital. She's suffering from a heart failure and now living with a machine as her 'heart'. Despite the condition of her illness, she's positive that she would heal. Her will to live is so strong, it amaze me. I heard the nurse calling her name, Chloe.

I think ..

I'm in love with my next victim.

Angel part 2 here