_Eshwar_

*Spawns into existence with an overpowered past*
Walks in an elegant and dignified gait, takes a seat on a chair as if he was a sovereign and gazes down at you. 
"Hello, ladies~" I spoke in an enchanting yet overbearing tone, gazing at the ladies, who were dazed gazing up at me in a  near-revering state.
"And to you guys too" I mumbled in annoyance as my eyes landed on men. 
"Hey, can't you just remove men, except for me, from my world?" I asked _Eshwar_.
(*_Eshwar_ choks on the drink he was drinking and glances away*)
"Tsk, useless!" I cursed at him and glanced away, ignoring his menacing glare, that spoke volumes on his urge to erase me out of existence.
"Him and I have spoken and we have come to an agreement on him telling you guys my opus, and heh, I will, of course, be the main focus, so ladies~~ You'll be seeing me soon~" I spoke to the ladies gazing up at me, while I continued to ignore the men in the crowd.
Glancing to the side, my eyes fell on the men, who flinched at the ominous foreboding feeling that abruptly chruned their stomach, "You better keep your ladies safe...... since they'll be mine soon~~" I said with a smile that made men shudder while charming the women at the same time. 
My gaze swept over the crowd beneath, "Since the world I am to transmigrate into is overwhelmingly futuristic, there are many things to adventure about, so we have decided on, not dwelling too much on politics and other shit, but instead focus only on women and me~" I stated with an enchanting grin. 
*In a distinct chatter* 
"Oi, tell them the truth!!" _Eshwar_'s voice yelled at, from a distance.....
"No wait, isn't he right? But a bit of politics should be good....." _Eshqar_'s mumbled whispers trickled my sensitive ears, but I didn't like the words that left his mouth. 
"Oi, we discussed not to include politics and shit like tha-" But it was already too late..... _Eshwar_'s pen wielding hand flitted across the plot filled sheets, as a subtle exclamation escaped his mouth, and at that, I could instantly tell that he was up to no good!
"Oi-"
"With a bit of politics!" He yelled from a distance, as a ghastly silence descended upon me and the crowd gazing up at me, while the men grinned mockingly and women tilted their heads to the side in such cuteness that I almost forgot the plight at hand. 
Afterall, when I narrated my opus, I stated repeatedly that I don't like politics!
"You added politics?" I asked with a forced smile.
"Mhm" _Eshwar_ nodded his head innocently. 
".....politics?"
"Yeah"
"Ohyoumotherfu-"
*with the distinct sounds of crashes, both of them fled from the scene*
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Credits to the artist.
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Pleasure God's Opus

Rayner..... he was a friend, a comrade, and a man Azrael wouldn't hesitate to entrust his back to; yet, now, the man, laid dead at his feet....

His pain evident for them to see, yet there was a nagging whisper that claimed that his pain had nothing to do with the stabs, slashes, bone shattering charges/slams, and bruises....

Yet what drew his attention was something, subtle yet visible harder than the texture of the clothes he donned—why was his armour discarded? A thought dominated his silent consciousness, but he still crouched and reached for his comrade's chest pocket, taking out a bloodied, folded sheet of paper.

Unfolding it, Azrael began to read it….

His expression flattered, turning far miserable than before at the numerous 'I AM SORRY' scribbled on them, overlapping with those very few words he could barely read….

Reality? (2)