My name is Scott Major.
That's what I think.

I was a Lightbringer in reality, with no name.
Now a Fallen Angel though.

I was never the most pure.
Even being a Lightbringer— a supposed source of hope and life—
I was never really the most... holy.
I murdered several other angels like me just for my position.
I...
I don't know how or why I've managed to get this many people with me.
I'm a murderer.

A ruthless, cold-blooded murderer.

It took me till now to realise it.
How utterly violent I am.
How crazy I am becoming.

Is it Their fault?

Have They finally got me while I didn't know?

They do like to target me, maybe they're curious about me.
I haven't told anyone about who I am really until this...

This body isn't mine.

Scott Major isn't me.

I stole this body.
This isn't the proper soul.

And I'm wondering if I should give it back.
But I can't.
That soul is gone now, lost to the Gods.

I wish I could stop everything.
Stop the torment, the anguish.
The suffering.

There's a way.
I know there's a way.
Where I can stop all of this?
I just need time.

But there isn't much, is there?

Hunted every day.
Watched every minute.
Controlled every second.

Is it all my fault?

The pain?
Everything that has happened to everyone?

I might be the problem.
The eye of the storm.

I need to forget.

Just in case They get to me.
Try to figure out what I am or use me as bait on a hook.

I will not let them take what they want.

...

I'm off-topic.

I've been through this life on this planet quite a few times.
Throughout ages of history.
I've been both male and female.
A witch.
A king.
A servant.
A revolutionist.
A pirate.
I've been many things.

Nothing can compare to this.

If I could relive one of my lives, I would choose this one.
Over and over again.

I think.

I've done a lot more damage than I have with help.

To my children, I'm still so sorry for my absence as a father during childhood.
I never meant for anything that happened to you to happen.
The trauma.
The hurt.
The pain.
I'm not the best dad, but I keep trying.
Is it working?
Am I better?

My work overwhelms me sometimes.

I wish I could spend more time with you.
More parks, more fun, more everything.

I'm sorry I can't.

To Owen,
I'm just sorry.

I love you dearly, I hope you know that.

I'm sorry for everything I've put you through.
I'm surprised you're still married to me.

I just would like you to know, that I've always been with you.
No joke.

I've found you in every life I've had.
All of them.

I'm quite obsessed if I say so myself...

Sorry about that by the way.
Especially during College...

But anyway. I love you.

And to everyone.
I'm unaware of any pain I've given you.
But if I have.
Sorry.

Moving on.

This life is my own now.
I may have taken it from another from their birth, but I grew in their place.
I've experienced... actual life.
I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm trying to find a way to no longer be immortal.
To be free of the bounds I used to have.
To feel... humanity.

It's impossible, but I want to try.
Surely nothing can be impossible...

I will be better.

After this.
Once I have my body.

I will be better.

This is my body. My life.
And I finally have a name.

My name is Scott Major.
That's what I know.

This is my life.
My pride.
Me.

And I will do everything, to keep you all safe.

-SM

PS
i'm going crazy
i think i might be a threat to everyone soon
send help<3
please
pretty please