AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP

FEAR - fear has two meaning

-Forget everything and run

-Face everything and rise

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In a dimly lit room, Ray, a middle-aged man in Nigeria, sat on a worn couch, tapping away at his PS console with practiced ease. The walls were cluttered with food cans, a testament to his solitary lifestyle. His fingers moved with precision, navigating through the final battle of the game "Sword Master Useless Son," where he controlled the often-dismissed character, Roy White.

This particular battle pitted Roy against the formidable "God of Destruction," a challenge that had stymied many gamers before him. Ray, however, possessed unique advantages—a deep understanding of the game's mechanics and a secret cheat code that boosted Roy's abilities significantly under specific conditions.

Throughout his years of playing, Ray had not only discovered a way to unlock Roy's hidden potential but also streamed his game play online. His skill and determination drew a massive audience, their donations pouring in as they witnessed his audacious attempt to conquer the game's ultimate challenge.

The battle raged on the screen, each move meticulously calculated as Ray maneuvered Roy through the labyrinthine virtual world. The God of Destruction's digital form loomed large, its attacks relentless and unforgiving. Yet Ray persisted, his tactics honed through countless hours of game play.

As the final clash unfolded, tension mounted in Ray's small room. With a triumphant shout, he finally bested the God of Destruction, a feat that had eluded even the most skilled players in the game's history.

"I did it!" Ray exclaimed, exhilaration coursing through him as he leaped from the couch, fists pumping in victory. The virtual achievement felt real, a testament to his dedication and strategic prowess.

But amidst his jubilation, a familiar sensation gripped Ray—a tightening in his chest that he recognized all too well. Despite having taken his medication just an hour ago, the onset of a heart attack caught him off guard.

Frantically searching his cluttered room, Ray sought his pills, his vision blurring with each passing moment. Panic surged as he collapsed to the floor, his last thoughts echoing a bittersweet realization.

"So this is it," he thought ruefully. "I'll die here, alone."

Yet, as consciousness faded, a profound shift occurred—a transition to a new existence, one that defied all he knew.

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In the infinite void beyond earthly realms, a figure with white hair stirred from slumber. His piercing blue eyes fixated on a luminous orb, strands of golden light shimmering like lifelines in the darkness.

"It's time," he murmured, voice resonating with purpose as he began to manipulate the threads of fate connected to the orb. Each strand pulsed with potential, its glow hinting at the profound impact it held over the world below.

As he worked, a solemn hope filled him—a hope that the soul now transported would fulfill its destiny. For in a world teetering on the brink of chaos, Ray's journey had only just begun.

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