Exiled.

Prologue.

We are the misunderstood, I don't offer treatments for broken wings, better come and let me break each one of your feathers. ¿Do you want to see my repetitive routine? Ask in one of the three kingdoms my name and you will find answers…

¿Do you know why everyone runs away when they hear my name? Just mention it three times at 4 and I will appear in front of you, but you better have an interesting conversation that you offer me, otherwise, I will destroy your soul, you filthy mortal…

I want to travel again to the realm of the specters and make the sun rise at night; turn the chronology of the weather… ¿Can you imagine it raining upwards?

Surely the immortal will wake up, but I am a being supposedly created for good, ¿ or maybe not? Let me know how many beats your heart has during your mortal life… from what I can see through you, a person's heart beats on average between 60 and 100 times per minute at rest.

That is, if we take an average of 70 beats per minute, I will confirm that at your age of 74 you would only have about **2.722 million beats** throughout your life.

Despite everything, you want to continue bothering someone who should not be bothered, you want to control me as if I were the remote control of something manageable, but authority has never been directed at me, because I am the one who sets the rules: I do not like disorder, and if the rules are broken, each of those actions must be punished

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 Let me measure how good you are, how bad you've been or if you're worthy of any of the three realms... stop being spoiled because one lash from a sulfur whip doesn't hurt as much, two make you sound full of a laughing desperation, what does it matter if you have a spectral body, my specialty is making you beg just like you begged at a bachelor party, only with dignity and respect, let's say that justice is bitter, but injustice is strange.

I am a different specie, nothing that is expected and mentioned is truly important, if you know the bottom you will understand why the boat has not yet sunk despite the fact that the tide is high…¿ Why do pears here not taste like watermelon?

The clones are burned in the second realm, I am not a cheap invitation that you can find in the market and today I have come to do what I am not supposed to do and that is wrong, but I want the power before the room burns and the feathers turn to ash.

I'm going to try the throne of absolute power even if it condemns me to exile, it's better to live in nothingness and disappear as a legend than to live among equals and die as a nobody... 

My story has no narrative either since I write backwards, and although I understand what is written in the stones of eternity, I can also see what happens through the lake of time, but nothing can be as dangerous as a monkey with a revolver or in this case as a mask full of death…