Aryana Hanna

shady girl

who says having superhuman abilities beyond ordinary human abilities is fun, not really

being born into the world as a psychic is troublesome, while racing against time.Running, hiding but still falling into the valley of darkness.

fear of darkness is what the girl named hana felt since childhood, precisely at the age of 3 years. Every night before then the lights turn out at 9 pm, always crying. afraid of the dark of the night

he seemed to see so many rotten haired shadows, strange noises kept calling out hana's name.wanting to take her into a demon slave

"fear... mamah hana fear" whispered in the ear of the mother who was sleeping.

"the shut...! do not cry. mamah turn on the amber lamp first, let it not be dark" mamah down from the bed take objects such as aladin lamps. ignited fire and then linked to the nails of the wall near the dressing table

after lighting lamps emit a burning red light, hana can go back to sleep. drowsiness always accompanies at night

"i don't want to be a slave to the devil" tried hana while refusing the invitation. "i have a god. You're not my god, you're a despicable creature, you will never be able to touch me as long as I still have a god. From today I declare war against you. rotten creatures"

who knows but yourself, right? this cry is always in the heart, cannot be heard or seen by the earthly eye must be with the inner eye.

hana, an innocent girl.born from a family that strongly holds the rules of life.she was born into the world dead, dead in the sense of not the real one. they were always at war with time against fear and hatred for their own people.

hana is so sad to see the looks of her people who have been tarnished.

a mother can kill her own flesh and blood, but a tiger does not want to kill her child.

humans align their degrees like unclean animals, despicable like pigs and dogs.

humans dare to associate an omniscient god, to their creatures for wealth and glory.

the torment was abominable, the lash of a million thunderbolts was not enough.They, the vile creatures clamoring for help in the grave, weeping moaning, and crying, feel the pain that will continue to repeat itself as the time loop continues to spin on the speed axis of light

they are all cursed creatures, thirsting for power and tat. where they return is a land of the dead.The land for the undead

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the shamans of iprit died without being accepted back by the earth.Remain, then the shaman's suits of the demon lackeys will harden into wood, tortured forever until the end of time. all that is on earth will be destroyed, like feathers flying all over the air

it is all a covenant between life and death between the creatures of god creation to the ground on the ground.The ancient writing is clearly visible from the real evidence that. gilded on the palm of the hand is linked to the hand of abstract lines, lines, it is also called hand line

they are women or men who, in a vicious, murderous manner, torment the blood of their flesh.no, do not believe in being saved in a false life, who are you afraid of? the cry of eternal pain after death will be heard by no one but angels, devils, jinn, ghosts, and the Almighty God. no man can help even a priest or a psychic

a psychic or a priest will not be able to see, hear, touch a dead man because all the creatures of God who have left the earth will go to the grave instead of the hereafter. waiting to be resurrected....

the form is not intact like a human who is still wandering impressions-now have no purpose after the death arrives is no longer a spirit from the dead. but a shadow, *black shadows

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pain and suffering must be accepted by every soul that has surrendered itself.all, but to whom? God is one or the creation of an all-round God?

hana, a human child who changed her life to become a psychic, held her right hand there is a cassowary dagger. a weapon to stab right in the heart of a disgusting creature. Sharp objects made of iron, iron, especially to kill the devil's men, but hana never wanted to dirty his hands with blood, he allowed the despicable beings to perform their respective duties according to what the command call sentence from his master.

a young girl who never believed in the group called the black sect and the white sect. For a black hana can be white and white can be black. "really?" anxiety is always ringing, revolving around the mind hana who is still innocent

he always walked following the arrow sign, the 'religion' guide, hoping not to get lost, could return safely to his destination.every time he was worried, he'll sit down to rest waiting for reinforcements to come

hearing the sound of steps approaching and approaching slowly, how to look behind his back "who are you? have you come to help me?! I couldn't find the right path" hana held onto her legs that felt lilu, tired of continuing to walk

he smiled, a smile accompanied by a holy light "I will carry you, do not be afraid.we will walk together, fight all fear together.you will not be alone anymore, you will not be alone, there I am here who will always be with you forever, living together dead with that promise we made before we were born to earth"

"are you going to help me? you look different, your body your body looks much bigger than me!" hana grabbed her hand, then stood asking in a cradle to the man

"of course I'm bigger, you're a girl I'm a boy" he spoke with a bright laugh, then turned into a voice of annoyance

"Hm, I know that" hana smiled at the irritated lamp

"i've been looking for you everywhere, you're here. Don't hide anymore"

"it will never be as long as you remain by your side to protect, to give sure hope to me, the family, the sacred bond"

"when the time has come, I will definitely give it" the man blushed in embarrassment, he scratched his non-itchy head

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always wonder to anyone, why is there such a cruel and vicious man? only the wind blew to answer it, accompanied by gusts and the spread of cold leaves gave calm

"Where is God?" hana asked the sky, "did God eat and drink?" the wind gives peace to lonely souls, not in the real sense. "Lord, do you too have a great father? hana stared at the clear sky, the sun shone blindingly, the clouds looked thin. smelled fragrant as fragrant as jasmine flowers out of nowhere blown by the wind

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Sean Aryana Fiera**