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âHuh!âŠAhaâŠyes! What do they call youâŠin hell?â Me.
âAzazel.â Mr. Cross.
Mr. Cross started telling me aboutâŠhis story!
According to demonology, Azazel, whose name is probably derived from âFalling Angelâ was an evil influence who led to the corruption of humanity. Because he was among heavenâs angels, a gloriously beautiful man with wings on his back. When he sympathized with Satan, he was cast down to earth and became a leader of the kicked- out angels. By the time he became a major character in Jewish and Christian texts, he had taken on a demonic appearanceâŠlike evilâs cosmetic makeover for Halloween.
I was not sure what I could think after he had done hisâŠstory about himself, I had never thought about god, evil, and ghosts, I did not have time, so the conversation was interesting!
âWow, Mr. Cross. That is awesome! Can you help me when I go to hell?â Me.
âOf course, youâre my friend.â Mr. Cross.
âSo, how long do you have toâŠbe hereâŠon Earth?â Me.
âUntil the balance of the earth has been restored.â Mr. Cross.
âIâm glad I found you. Youâre my insurance in hell. Thanks.â Me.
âAnytime! Iâll tell Lucifer. Iâm sure heâd like to meet you!â Mr. Cross.
âOhâŠdear, really? Do you think he would likeâŠme?â Me.
âYes, Iâm certain! Although, I might have to warn him about your craziness, Iâm sure heâll like you very much!â Mr. Cross.
âHallelujah, Iâve never been so happyâŠlikeâŠright now! Could you please, tell Lucy that weâre going to manage some boundaries. Is that ok?â Me.
âSure, you can have your own place there. Donât worry, Balloon. Iâve got your back, baby!â Mr. Cross.
I did tell Moonlight about Mr. Cross, I knew I should have kept my promise, but Moonlight was my best friend and she was the only family I had.
There were few like Mr. Cross and all of them were just indistinguishable like me. For example, Ms. Dim Dim, she liked to wear her clothes inside out, and Mr. Gas, who had a car, but felt intense dislike of driving, so he hired me to drive his car, pick him up at his house and kick him outâŠat his house. There was also Mr. Ghostmen, who believed he was a medium, so he liked to talk to his ghosts, and Ms. Boy, who liked to be a boy with yellow hair and she was also someâŠbig governorâs daughter.
âAre you collecting weirder friends or something? What does happen to a normal one?â Moonlight.
âWell. You know, I always have a soft spot for broken things. We donât know what happens to them at home. Rich or poor seems to live in the same old shit! Besides, think in a good way. When weâre dead and go to hellâŠpossibly! Mr. Cross will help us!â Me.
âAhâŠhuh. And if we go to heaven? SoâŠ? What?â Moonlight.
âThen weâre fucked. How are we going to fit in there with a PTSD academic qualification? You donât really think the godâs crazyâŠdo you?â Me.
âYouâve got a point. Ok, I need to be nice to Mr. Cross then. Can you ask Mr. Cross if I can have a king-size bed?â Moonlight.
By my year 3, I moved from a draft to a designer and made more money, but it was still not enough. Studying architecture was not a cheap major, colours, papers, and shit were expensive, therefore, my gun-girl company was back in business, and I made more money than in high school. Yes, I knewâŠit was bad!
There were 3 groups in my class: lunatic, normal ignorance, and normal egotism.
The normal ignorance group were my customers, but the normal egotism group justâŠleft me alone. I was not sure if it was because of my appearance or my PTSD. Moonlight said they were jealous because my works wereâŠdifferent from usual in a mentally deranged way. And I was transferred from pre-medâŠthey were afraid to be a body part!
I did not careâŠI was moreâŠlikeâŠback offâŠgirl, I had my schedules after work and study, and I was always in my officeâŠat work, doing school projects and work projects at the same time because it was cheaper forâŠme butâŠit was not my idea.
âHey Balloon! Why donât you do the schoolâs projects too? You can use these colours for your projects.â Professor Daddy.
âHmmâŠmmâŠdonât think your partners would like that!â Me.
âDonât worry. Theyâre cabbageâs heads. Theyâd not know anything.â Professor Daddy.
âSirâŠso I need to design my school projects withâŠsomething that matches the colours?? That isnât gonna be easyâŠâ Me.
âYouâre crazy and youâre smart. Problems solved.âŠMaybe, you are not smart like they saidâŠjust a dollâs head.â Professor Daddy.
âThey?â Me.
âYour classmates. The normal ones!â Professor Daddy.
âAh. I didnât think they even notice meâŠodd! They hardly talk to me!â Me.
âReally. HuhâŠI think theyâre afraid of you. Look, who isnât? Clothes, hair, handsâŠHave you ever lookedâŠdeep into a mirror?â Professor Daddy.
âWhat is wrong with it? Iâm an art student. I donât want to be like those chicks in other majors.â Me.
âWhat is so terrible? Theyâre cute girls.â Professor Daddy.
âSirâŠthe giggling. The brushing andâŠtight skirt. Not even mentioning aboutâŠspotting everywhere she goesâŠprincess ofâŠsubservient? It looks soâŠfrustrated.â Me, with actions.
âHa ha. You listen! Designers are supposed to be elegant. Who is going to hire a designer who looks likeâŠyou? How are we supposed to present something beautiful when we look likeâŠyou? Behind your Bob Marleyâs sister shit idea, youâre a beautiful girl. Donât waste it.â Professor Daddy.
After that day, I changedâŠa bit, brushed my hair, cleaner clothes, as much as I could possibly find. Moonlightâs grandmother brought some clothes for her and I was a bit smaller than her, so problem solved. Professor Daddy was right, the normal egotism gang started talking to me afterâŠnew me! Some claimed that they were afraid that I might have bitten them, others, hmmâŠafraid that I had cockroaches in my hair. Mr. Cross thought they were envious of us (me and him) because we were different, but I was not sure about his ideaâŠenvious?âŠNoâŠafraid?âŠYes!
Mr. Moody Be Good was always around, even though he was in the Product Design major, still, he was my customerâŠhmmm. Mr. Moody Be Good was nice to Moonlight and I; his mother owned a big shop, which sold almost everything including foodâŠso Mr. Moody Be Good didâŠdoâŠshoplifting from hisâŠmotherâs shop for us! He liked to hang out at our apartmentâŠa lot because his stepfather decided to train himself, becoming a boxer. To be a boxer, he used Mr. Moody Be Good and his mother, as punching bags.
OneâŠgood evening, Moonlight and I stopped by at Mr. Moody Be Goodâs, we were talking, smoking weed and joking about hisâŠshoplifting! I knew that was bad. While we were enjoying our conversations, Mr. Moody Be Goodâs stepfather wanted to practice his boxing skill! Moonlight and I had a skill of movement survivorâŠbut Mr. Moody Be Goodâs mother did not. Before the stepfather turned to Mr. Moody Be Good, something so loud hit into my eardrums, and a moment later, the stepfather was goneâŠdown. Moonlight was screaming like a chick bitch, but Mr. Moody Be Good and I were looking at each other in the way of âProblem solved.â A gunman was Mr. Moody Be Goodâs neighbour, and he could not listen to âThe Sound of Silenceâ anymore!
Things were good until my year 4, Moonlight wanted to change schools to the north because they had the German language. She was in a language major and she was an excellent one, I always told her that only an autistic could speak, read, and write 5 languages! I agreed with her that she would do well there and it was an excellent university in the north. I was able to pay the rent at the time, but before Moonlight went to the north, the brother showed up at my school and told me that his mother offered me 2,000 baht for moving backâŠhome? I told the mother, I did not need her money and it would be good if I did not need to pay rent. We had an agreement that I paid for
hydro and water bills, and Moonlight stayed with me on our school break. âWithout dick-head, how bad could it be?â That was what I said to Moonlight, so she did not have to worry. The move back home was kind ofâŠlike a landlord, and most of the time, I was in my office, doing my shit until late.
When I was in the final year, I was able to finish my subjects for my graduation early. All the reports and exams were done and my research was accepted along with my project, I only needed to wait for my project to be exhibited. It was important for us because many design companies would come and might offer one of us a job. As my school assignments were completed, I spent a lot of time working and busy with my
gun-girl company, I had been hired to doâŠresearch and projects!!!!
At work, it was goingâŠnever be happy! My bosses often sent me to sex hotels, sex bars, soapy massage (where a girl gives a customer a shower and massage with her naked body) and visited strip clubs. They sort ofâŠenjoyed sending me for the jobs, and every time when I got back from meeting with customers,
âBalloon! What were you and the customer talking about?â Mr. Hardly.
âAh. Do you really want to know?âŠAre you sure?â Me.
âFuck! If I donâtâ want to know, why the hell do I ask you?âŠChickâs head!!â Mr. Hardly, in his usual self!
âOh, you knowâŠhow bloody desperate men could be without a hole! Do you have a problem withâŠa hole? That why you want to know?â Me. Ouch! (P.S., Mr. Hardly liked beating a kid!)
Something like that! It was not often we gotâŠthe projects, but still, most projects were home offices, where people live, work, and shit at the same place; those were Professor Daddyâs words! Other projects were building businesses, hotels, and restaurants. We were likeâŠall-in-one design and construction, but we used co- companies to do the building for us.
Professor Daddyâs partners were Mr. Neat (he was a professor in a Law major program) and Mr. Bamboo (he was a construction engineer), and they were friends. Mr. Neat was a rich one; he liked to send me to a particular unnatural customer he called âFat Cuntâ and the interpretation would refer to someone who understood that a good architect required nice tits. Mr. Neatâs idea was to dress me up, so he gave me some money to buy âNice sexy clothes, not a sexy slutâŠget it?â he said! I got a t-shirt, a good one made in Paris, and nice trousers made in the U.S.A.
âThatâs what you call sexy?â Mr. Neat.
âYaaa, donât you see? Itâs Guy Laroche! Donât worry boss, I wonât let you downâŠpromise. Oh, here is your change. Thanks, boss!â Me.
The fat cunt did sign a contract with us; I was told that he had 6 meetings with differentâŠtits? Therefore, Mr. Neat asked me what did I do?
âI didnât do anything Boss! After I was done listening to him about how a good architect should dress sexy, I said, âSir! Iâm very confident with my brainâŠsir. And you needâŠmy sexy brain for your hospital, not titsâŠand asses? But, if you would like your hospital filled up withâŠtits and asses, my boss would send somebody else withâŠsir.
The choice is yours, but if you let me do my job, I wonât let you downâŠsir!â And thatâs itâŠBoss. Anything else Mr. NeatâŠBoss?â Me.
While I was busy with the fat cuntâs hospital project, I got a phone call from Mr.
Moody Be Good. Mr. Cross had gone to his actual homeâŠhell, in the act of causing deathâŠintentionally, and he left me a letter.
Mr. Crossâs parents were divorced, the cause of divorce was something to do withâŠdull and geniusâŠtoo bad his mother did not have a smart-kit! So, his father was remarried to a businesswoman and therefore, his mother wasâŠremarried to Mr.
Johnnie Walker Black LabelâŠyesâŠhe backed. His father came to visit only when a dog smiled, but he always
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