here i was, standing in a beach full of unevolved life, i spent 24 years, to become master of myself, the race i had chosen were hard to adapt two. i was an hybrid of nephilims, half-angel/half demons, mixed with giant's blood, and a dragon heart, basically i had 3 forms, a normal elf/human looking one, a giant sized version of it , with 4

arms and 6 wings, as well a horns and tails, and an aureole, i believe six winged angel like creature are known as seraphims and lastly, a gigantic six winged, two tailed dragon, with a great white shark's dorcale thingy on the back. with my affinity to all magic, i was able to master all kind of magic. after the 24 years, my divine magic outgrew that of the maker of rules,(in that world, or galaxy, not the almighty creator) so the contract i had with darky was

nullified, i became an existence too strong for a mortal body, so i had to evolve. unfortunately, when i lost my mortality, i became a soul again, and i was pulled back towards my original body aka the Mad One. becoming part of him, i ceased to exist.

-quite the failure, i shall reincarnate into something with a shorter lifespan next.

a peaceful word, fully discovered, a boring one, but after that death instead of taking the soul back, i will send it to a words full of adventure, start anew, with its memories, but no abilities or help from the so called gods.

i have the perfect planet for this.

human race would be good, learn all kind of diverse things.

so i went to an other part of the universe, the center to be exact. just kidding, infinity has no center, every point of the universe is its center.

True story.

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my name was selim. you heard right, was selim, i am in my last hours. before getting to that point i shall tell you about who i am.

i grew with a normal family, i was an average student until my the end of high school. when i say average, i do not mean like everyone else, i mean that i simply never sucked at anything, but i also was never the best. i could go into the nerdiest debates and lose, just before meeting up with the coolest and most attractive people in school for a party.

after high school i joined the military, after 4 years of service in the us army, i did 2 years for the marine, and another 2 for the air force, i was then offered a job as a spy, totally every man's dream, up there with riding a tyrannosaurus Rex named rex, and having a harem. i was quite successful, the main reason was, life experience, and having a thought process that favorites common sense over emotion every time, and in every situation. one of my mission consisted of befriending a dangerous man's daughter, to spy on him. along the way, that daughter got pregnant, i had a daughter. i wanted to take her away from this life of blood, but my loyalty,and honor, as well as i knew i couldn't just leave. i chose to end the mission my way, the cia wanted the man as a snitch/ untrained and unpaid spy, i chose to kill him. i then successfully escaped and went back to my country, unfortunately i was followed, my daughter died in the shootout, (ex wives be crazy i tell you), i survived thanks to the adrenaline rush, until i realized that my daughter died, i broke down, the cia found me and imprisoned me, i was to be executed for ruining a way bigger mission that was related to mine,#treason . i was in isolation for 7 months before my time came, i had my escape plan all ready, i succeeded, ended up heavily injured, most wanted man in the nation, but free, i managed to reach the closest town.

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i sneaked into a house and found a comic in the ground, it was called '' marvels: deadpool kills the entire universe'', i had an idea that was reflected on the scariest smile a man could do.

i picked up the phone, thankfully, powerful man, and dangerous ones, don't really like to change their data plans, so i

''sold'' all the information that would cause a war. long story short, the remaining 2 hours it would take me to bleed out, or the 45 minutes it would take for the prison guards to find me, never came, in the next half an hour, the sky was grey, the ground black, and the sea red. i kissed the ground, asked for forgiveness, and wished the pain of the whole

word to be on my shoulder. my prayer remained unanswered, in my last moment, i realized that it took the guilt of murdering the entire world, to even out to my feelings towards my daughter. that day i died, but so did the rest of the world.