This has been my story, something that started so many milleniums before, something that had started, festered and then came to a culmination of destruction.
I often think about the world before then.  I can see Brian, I still see that day, that changed the world as we knew it.
There is another Angel of Death.. this one will never tire, this one will never gray and grow old, this one is the true Angel of Death. As for me, well, I stand in the good graces of my master and after all isn't that all I could ever want. 
I sit on the precipice where the Crying Angel sat, I watch the little ones, now adults.  They gaze up at the sky sometimes and I let my tears fall on their faces. 
I love them still and, I understand..  the love my master had felt for humankind..

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This is the second half of [Beginning the Demise of Man] I changed the feel of it just a little, if you pay attention to the end.. I would like to leave this story for Moonwalker and myself to finish, if you all don't mind, want to see where we can take it, I think it's become our pet project lol...This story is now finished.. thank you Moonwalker you were so very patient with me..

updated Jan 2 '09 by JinnDal