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Macabre

Out of all the malignity on the earth, a creature was born. It lacked everything that is human, except rationality. And in every aspect of existence it was anti-human. It was called: Macabre.

On day it abducted Archangel Michael. Although, Michael could resist its powers successfully and destroy it easily, he succumbed, so that he can test it, as done by those who are wise. Macabre wanted to get a blessing: the power to consume the whole of humanity.

“I can’t give you a blessing that could result in destruction,” the Archangel said. Macabre knew what Michael said was unchangeable. He was aware of the powers of the Archangel, who could perhaps destroy Macabre with a single swirl of his sword. And he also knew that Michael was testing him. 

“Then give me a curse which though holds the power to destroy me, could satiate my desires.” Said Macabre, instantly without giving in, and what he meant was eating up the whole of humanity.

He came down to the earth to eat all the humans alive. But he could not eat them and without food for months, became tired.

He was about to die when one angel who served the Enemy, Satan, happened to visit him. “What pity had befallen upon you, my strange friend? Who caused you this trouble?” he asked Macabre. Macabre could not move. He even found it difficult to talk. But he somehow narrated the incident.

“It was Michael’s blessing.”
“But I heard it was a curse.” The angel said.
“Yes, it was,” Macabre managed saying, “it was a curse which would benefit me.”
“What was it?” the angel asked in surprise.

“He cursed my hunger to increase; I can eat as much as I want, but only humans.”
“Then what happened to you now? The earth is full of humans. Can’t you consume upon them?” the angel asked with great curiosity.
“I can eat humans, but have a problem,” Macabre said, “I can eat only those who do not love anything.” 

And he died.

Comments

Terri said…
Good thing I love a lot... I sure wouldn't want to be eaten. (grin)
ANULAL said…
;)
You are saved!!!
hugs.

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