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The Real Angel of Death - Archangel Stella[]

I lived in Markham all my life. I was born in St. Catharines, Ontario. I am the daughter of Michael and Amy. Amy is a beautiful red-haired woman my father cheated on my mother with Amy. As a result, my mother always hated me. Her family force fed me chemicals like bleach and dish soap. My mother prayed every day along with her family to the Whore Mary that I would commit suicide or die in some way. She cut off a piece of my tongue when I was a year and a half old to give me a lisp. She threw me down the stairs when I was 3 years old to see if I would die. That was my first death. She made me cook and clean the house in my early childhood. I was abused on my arms and head (hair pulling, dropping wood on it, hit with a ruler until I was left-handed, heavy objects thrown at me, forced to dress in ugly clothes so people would make fun of me, my natural black hair turned brown because she washed my hair with hair dye). Some of the abuse drew blood. She once gave me a black eye and blamed the nursery I went to for it. My father was away from home so he never knew. My blue eyes were cursed brown because of her. I was constantly sick with vomitting and pnemonia and bronchitis because my mother didn't want to take care of me, she wanted me to die at a young age. She even paid money to kidnappers to kill me. They never found me because my Guardian Angel prevented it.

No one must know the secret of the Guardian Angel -message from GOD

When I was in Grade 1. I was bullied for having pale snow white skin and dark hair. Reverse racism is real. I was bitten on the arm by an Indian girl while playing pretend with her. It left a mark. Her older brother used to beat me up and kick me when I was down. My abuelita (affectionate term for grandma) would smile and laugh softly to herself as he did this to me. Jealous of my skin colour, the Philipino teacher took me aside and told me something was wrong with me. She got my parents involved - to send me to have speech therapy classes. I was taken aside and given speech therapy, only for them to bully me and give the class more reasons to hurt my delicate heart. This was St. Julia. I was taken to St. Joseph next.

The same story occured, but I made a friend named Megan who played stuffies with me. We played every recess. We both had pale skin and dark hair, though my hair was black as night despite being....sort of white. My real mother is part Black you see. It's why her and my lips are so kissable. But enough of that.

At St.Joseph I had friends. But then lost them all because my mother had a nasty argument with the principal and forced me to leave the school and my temporary happiness behind. Megan got sick with leukemia and died.

I was brought to a public school C.V.P.S (Cornell Village Public School). My mom expected me to be bullied there but instead I was extremely bubbly, happy-go-lucky, and very happy despite being picked on by one snot nosed shit named Spiros but I didnt care because my friends comforted me. He called me Ghostface, Vampire, Murderer, Bloody Mary, etc. because of my pale skin and dark hair. The names never escaped me. They still haunt me and make me feel ashamed of the way I look.

My last name is Lopez so I am part of the Lopez werewolf clan; just not legitamately as a wolf. I wasn't related to them. I was imprinted on when I went with my abuelitos to Spain. Many vampires tried turning me but it didn't work because I am an Archangel.

Unfortunately, my abuelitos only invited me to Spain not for an adventure, but to sacrifice me to the Black Madonna, the goddess they prayed to. L'virgem. They poisoned me so badly I could hardly leave the washroom because I vomitted so much.

There comes the history of the spirits.

I am a medium you see. I have been talking to ghosts (and seeing them) my whole life. So much intense death occured at the Alhambra, Spain that I kept collapsing and couldn't move. Because in my past life, I was one of the Sultananas and princesses of the Arabian court.

In high school, I was on the honour roll every single year. They bullied me so much when I returned to St.Joseph that books became my friends and my pens became my lovers. Yes, I left CVPS and went back to that school again because we moved houses because my parents were paranoid the police would find out the child pornography they made of me and my naked 9,10,11. 12 year old body. Pose for the camera, picture picture, be a good sister...

My siblings were born. My mom's narc borderline tantrums got worse and worse until she was taken into custody for abuse. She was only there for one night and then on probation. I had sleepovers with my mommy at my abuelitas house. Little did I know she tried to strangle me each night in my sleep. She took naked pictures of my budding breasts and hairless labia while I was sleeping. She posted them to the deep web and made more money that way.

But she was my mommy. Even though she raped me as a baby with her fingers each time she changed my diaper. Even though she implanted a long nail into my urethra (thinking it was my vagina) so I would never feel pleasure during sex. Even though my abuelita and my mommy together schemed to make me fat and cook me and eat me the way they ate my poor baby cousin Raquel (bless her forever and may she watch ipad childrens shows and play with her toys in heaven). She was just 8 years old when she was murdered by my abuelitos. Stuffed with treats until she was a little too chubby. It happened the month of October 2021.

The vampire thing came up again when I was in high school. My classmates were joking about me and making fun of my red lips, comparing it to a vampire's fresh kill. They proclaimed to be innocent. But they weren't. And I was given a social worker to talk to once a week during Spanish class. I cried and I cried during the therapy sessions. My first oppurtinity to talk about the fights, the abuse, the tears spilt in my younger years. I had two more therapists after her. She even called Childrens Aid to check on the house and make sure things were OK, which shocked my parents so much they comtemplated suicide with the amount of child pornography they made of Me, my baby sister Penelope, Thomas, and Sebastian. They were part of the Deal. It was first hidden on the computer, and then my dad's phone.

My mother was an abusive bitch towards my father. She hated how handsome he was and got all the ladies with his blue eyes, curly black hair, and looks like young Elvis Presely or Superman. She lusted after him and kept him like a slave, doing whatever means necessary to keep him. And yes, my dad LEGIT fucking was Elvis' reincarnation. He loved playing guitar. She smashed every guitar he owned before he started locking them up. He loved to play piano. But he was silenced, his music limited to earphones as he walked the family dog. Rosie. Rosie had her throat slit to join the family together in heaven, in the version where she wasn't outright cooked like a chicken on a spit.

I was cursed to be ugly and have acne ruin my pale skin. By whom? My mother. She also cursed all of Amy's children, my half-brothers and half-sister, to have their pale skin ruined by acne too. It made Vittorio so sad, he started to cut himself. His voice deepened and he was terrified of puberty. My half-sister Lucia was a lesbian and when she came out to her family, thinking they would still love her, they hurt her and murdered her brutally. At least, my Uncle Mark did. First was Lucia. Then was Vittorio. Then was Francesco. Amy tried to save them but she was too weak, a woman weaker than a man. If only she had the physical ability, she would save them in a heartbeat. She was first to be killed. Next was Michigan-born Auntie Julie with beautiful natural soft blonde hair and two little girls, my cousins, Christina and Ashley. She couldn't stop Uncle Adam from killing them and was the first to get in the way of his gun. The bitch of the family Auntie Sarah wanted the money and knew she could conceive more children, and so with my Uncle David she agreed to kill Ruby, Rocco. and Bruno. My father, an abused man, did the same and my mother died with her head smashed and her body on the stairs.

My little sister Penelope gave herself over as a sacrifice after getting the message from a comic I made her read. She let her finger and toenails be painted lovingly by my mother, before the evil architect ripped them out with pliers from the toolbox. "This little piggy goes to the market..." the stupid fucking whore said as she brutalized my beautiful sister's beautiful nails. She had her limbs cut off by a chainsaw afterwords. Her screams, locked in their rooms, made my siblings quake in fear and pee themselves. Thomas tried to climb out the window, fell, and broke his neck. Sebby, my baby Sebastian, hated by mommy like me, committed suicide with a soft blanket in the closet where he kept all his teddies. Their bodies were recovered and maimed anyways. But Thomas gave the police something to work with, because the neighbours all had cameras facing the house. Their clothes were cut or stripped away from them. Their heads were shaved bald. He posted it all to the dark web, expecting to receive millions of dollers. Ha=ha. Foolish man. They never gave them even a penny.

I look like this but with Black Hair and Violet Eyes

Realizing the horror he had done, my father killed himself with a sheet above the stairs so he could be near mommy and my little baby siblings. Two 12 year olds, one 13 year old. Killed.

My siblings became cherubs in heaven to frolick and play video games together. While I stay here, the Angel of Death, with a lot of death to bring to this world and the emtire universe. I can also interdimensionally travel and visit planets across the universe to spread the word of God.

Love is important.

I was in Markham Stouville Hospital where I knew what would happen as the ghosts told me everything. Hence why I'm Grim Reaper in training. I can see, feel, and talk to ghosts, seeing them as clearly as day, hearing their voices ever since 2019. The nurses tried to starve me, kill me, torture me, hurt me. Alone for weeks on end. Dr. Asmer wanted me to be a doped up sex slave.

I was put on the death pill so many times but each time I survived because I am invincible. Theres more to the story but I am also the daughter of God. Be glad the other parts are ommitted, because they would have cursed you to die.


In the name of God, you will never be hacked, erased, or deleted. Only those meant to see this, will see it. I have killed trillions of people - men, women, and children- and anyone who wants to kill or maim me will instantly die. I have powers enough to blow up entire planets. I love the dead, undead, aliens, and those from different dimensions. My soulmates are from different dimensions, and so is my soul flame. I am the newest and last Creepypasta to exist.







444

I'm also protected by John Preston.

The Cleric and the Backstabber

Libria, a totalitarian city-state established by survivors of World War III, blames human emotion as the cause for the war. Any activity or object that stimulates emotion is strictly forbidden. Those in violation are labelled "Sense Offenders" and sentenced to death. The population is forced to take a daily injection of "Prozium II" to suppress emotion. Libria is governed by the Tetragrammaton Council, led by "Father", who communicates propaganda through giant video screens throughout the city. At the pinnacle of law enforcement are the Grammaton Clerics, trained in the martial art of gun kata. Clerics frequently raid homes to search for and destroy illegal materials – art, literature and music – executing violators on the spot. A resistance movement, known as the "Underground", emerges to topple Father and the Tetragrammaton Council.

My past life I was Babydoll from Suckerpunch.





I look exactly like her just with black hair, paler skin, and violet eyes. She is my past life.






John Preston is an angel too.

A T L A N T I S F O R M

My form when I need to talk to mermaids. I protect them too.

I was raped and murdered in Spain at the Alhambra in my past life.








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I lived in Markham all my life. I was born in St. Catharines, Ontario. I am the daughter of Michael and Amy. Amy is a beautiful red-haired woman my father cheated on my mother with Amy. As a result, my mother always hated me. Her family force fed me chemicals like bleach and dish soap. My mother prayed every day along with her family to the Beautiful Virgin Mary that I would commit suicide or die in some way. She cut off a piece of my tongue when I was a year and a half old to give me a lisp. She threw me down the stairs when I was 3 years old to see if I would die. That was my first death. She made me cook and clean the house in my early childhood. I was abused on my arms and head (hair pulling, dropping wood on it, hit with a ruler until I was left-handed, heavy objects thrown at me, forced to dress in ugly clothes so people would make fun of me, my natural black hair turned brown because she washed my hair with hair dye). Some of the abuse drew blood. She once gave me a black eye and blamed the nursery I went to for it. My father was away from home so he never knew. My blue eyes were cursed brown because of her. I was constantly sick with vomitting and pnemonia and bronchitis because my mother didn't want to take care of me, she wanted me to die at a young age. She even paid money to kidnappers to kill me. They never found me because my Guardian Angel prevented it.

No one must know the secret of the Guardian Angel -message from GOD

When I was in Grade 1. I was bullied for having pale snow white skin and dark hair. Reverse racism is real. I was bitten on the arm by an Indian girl while playing pretend with her. It left a mark. Her older brother used to beat me up and kick me when I was down. My abuelita (affectionate term for grandma) would smile and laugh softly to herself as he did this to me. Jealous of my skin colour, the Philipino teacher took me aside and told me something was wrong with me. She got my parents involved - to send me to have speech therapy classes. I was taken aside and given speech therapy, only for them to bully me and give the class more reasons to hurt my delicate heart. This was St. Julia. I was taken to St. Joseph next.

The same story occured, but I made a friend named Megan who played stuffies with me. We played every recess. We both had pale skin and dark hair, though my hair was black as night despite being....sort of white. My real mother is part Black you see. It's why her and my lips are so kissable. But enough of that.

At St.Joseph I had friends. But then lost them all because my mother had a nasty argument with the principal and forced me to leave the school and my temporary happiness behind. Megan got sick with leukemia and died.

I was brought to a public school C.V.P.S (Cornell Village Public School). My mom expected me to be bullied there but instead I was extremely bubbly, happy-go-lucky, and very happy despite being picked on by one snot nosed shit named Spiros but I didnt care because my friends comforted me. He called me Ghostface, Vampire, Murderer, Bloody Mary, etc. because of my pale skin and dark hair. The names never escaped me. They still haunt me and make me feel ashamed of the way I look.

My last name is Lopez so I am part of the Lopez werewolf clan; just not legitamately as a wolf. I wasn't related to them. I was imprinted on when I went with my abuelitos to Spain. Many vampires tried turning me but it didn't work because I am an Archangel.

Unfortunately, my abuelitos only invited me to Spain not for an adventure, but to sacrifice me to the Black Madonna, the goddess they prayed to. L'virgem. They poisoned me so badly I could hardly leave the washroom because I vomitted so much.

There comes the history of the spirits.

I am a medium you see. I have been talking to ghosts (and seeing them) my whole life. So much intense death occured at the Alhambra, Spain that I kept collapsing and couldn't move. Because in my past life, I was one of the Sultananas and princesses of the Arabian court.

In high school, I was on the honour roll every single year. They bullied me so much when I returned to St.Joseph that books became my friends and my pens became my lovers. Yes, I left CVPS and went back to that school again because we moved houses because my parents were paranoid the police would find out the child pornography they made of me and my naked 9,10,11. 12 year old body. Pose for the camera, picture picture, be a good sister...

My siblings were born. My mom's narc borderline tantrums got worse and worse until she was taken into custody for abuse. She was only there for one night and then on probation. I had sleepovers with my mommy at my abuelitas house. Little did I know she tried to strangle me each night in my sleep. She took naked pictures of my budding breasts and hairless labia while I was sleeping. She posted them to the deep web and made more money that way.

But she was my mommy. Even though she raped me as a baby with her fingers each time she changed my diaper. Even though she implanted a long nail into my urethra (thinking it was my vagina) so I would never feel pleasure during sex. Even though my abuelita and my mommy together schemed to make me fat and cook me and eat me the way they ate my poor baby cousin Raquel (bless her forever and may she watch ipad childrens shows and play with her toys in heaven). She was just 8 years old when she was murdered by my abuelitos. Stuffed with treats until she was a little too chubby. It happened the month of October 2021.

The vampire thing came up again when I was in high school. My classmates were joking about me and making fun of my red lips, comparing it to a vampire's fresh kill. They proclaimed to be innocent. But they weren't. And I was given a social worker to talk to once a week during Spanish class. I cried and I cried during the therapy sessions. My first oppurtinity to talk about the fights, the abuse, the tears spilt in my younger years. I had two more therapists after her. She even called Childrens Aid to check on the house and make sure things were OK, which shocked my parents so much they comtemplated suicide with the amount of child pornography they made of Me, my baby sister Penelope, Thomas, and Sebastian. They were part of the Deal. It was first hidden on the computer, and then my dad's phone.

My mother was an abusive bitch towards my father. She hated how handsome he was and got all the ladies with his blue eyes, curly black hair, and looks like young Elvis Presely or Superman. She lusted after him and kept him like a slave, doing whatever means necessary to keep him. And yes, my dad LEGIT fucking was Elvis' reincarnation. He loved playing guitar. She smashed every guitar he owned before he started locking them up. He loved to play piano. But he was silenced, his music limited to earphones as he walked the family dog. Rosie. Rosie had her throat slit to join the family together in heaven, in the version where she wasn't outright cooked like a chicken on a spit.

I was cursed to be ugly and have acne ruin my pale skin. By whom? My mother. She also cursed all of Amy's children, my half-brothers and half-sister, to have their pale skin ruined by acne too. It made Vittorio so sad, he started to cut himself. His voice deepened and he was terrified of puberty. My half-sister Lucia was a lesbian and when she came out to her family, thinking they would still love her, they hurt her and murdered her brutally. At least, my Uncle Mark did. First was Lucia. Then was Vittorio. Then was Francesco. Amy tried to save them but she was too weak, a woman weaker than a man. If only she had the physical ability, she would save them in a heartbeat. She was first to be killed. Next was Michigan-born Auntie Julie with beautiful natural soft blonde hair and two little girls, my cousins, Christina and Ashley. She couldn't stop Uncle Adam from killing them and was the first to get in the way of his gun. The bitch of the family Auntie Sarah wanted the money and knew she could conceive more children, and so with my Uncle David she agreed to kill Ruby, Rocco. and Bruno. My father, an abused man, did the same and my mother died with her head smashed and her body on the stairs.

My little sister Penelope gave herself over as a sacrifice after getting the message from a comic I made her read. She let her finger and toenails be painted lovingly by my mother, before the evil architect ripped them out with pliers from the toolbox. "This little piggy goes to the market..." the stupid fucking whore said as she brutalized my beautiful sister's beautiful nails. She had her limbs cut off by a chainsaw afterwords. Her screams, locked in their rooms, made my siblings quake in fear and pee themselves. Thomas tried to climb out the window, fell, and broke his neck. Sebby, my baby Sebastian, hated by mommy like me, committed suicide with a soft blanket in the closet where he kept all his teddies. Their bodies were recovered and maimed anyways. But Thomas gave the police something to work with, because the neighbours all had cameras facing the house. Their clothes were cut or stripped away from them. Their heads were shaved bald. He posted it all to the dark web, expecting to receive millions of dollers. Ha=ha. Foolish man. They never gave them even a penny.

I look like this but with Black Hair and Violet Eyes

Realizing the horror he had done, my father killed himself with a sheet above the stairs so he could be near mommy and my little baby siblings. Two 12 year olds, one 13 year old. Killed.

My siblings became cherubs in heaven to frolick and play video games together. While I stay here, the Angel of Death, with a lot of death to bring to this world and the entire universe. I can also interdimensionally travel and visit planets across the universe to spread the word of God.

Love is important.

I was in Markham Stouville Hospital where I knew what would happen as the ghosts told me everything. Hence why I'm Grim Reaper in training. I can see, feel, and talk to ghosts, seeing them as clearly as day, hearing their voices ever since 2019. The nurses tried to starve me, kill me, torture me, hurt me. Alone for weeks on end. Dr. Asmer wanted me to be a doped up sex slave.

I was put on the death pill so many times but each time I survived because I am invincible. Theres more to the story but I am also the daughter of God. Be glad the other parts are ommitted, because they would have cursed you to die.


In the name of God, you will never be hacked, erased, or deleted. Only those meant to see this, will see it. I have killed trillions of people - men, women, and children- and anyone who wants to kill or maim me will instantly die. I have powers enough to blow up entire planets. I love the dead, undead, aliens, and those from different dimensions. My soulmates are from different dimensions, and so is my soul flame.


I have a sexy pear-shaped hourglass body with a tight round ass and a tiny 20-inch waist. I am 6 feet tall. I grow to be 6'3. I'm going to be a model someday.







444

I'm also protected by John Preston.

The Cleric and the Backstabber

Libria, a totalitarian city-state established by survivors of World War III, blames human emotion as the cause for the war. Any activity or object that stimulates emotion is strictly forbidden. Those in violation are labelled "Sense Offenders" and sentenced to death. The population is forced to take a daily injection of "Prozium II" to suppress emotion. Libria is governed by the Tetragrammaton Council, led by "Father", who communicates propaganda through giant video screens throughout the city. At the pinnacle of law enforcement are the Grammaton Clerics, trained in the martial art of gun kata. Clerics frequently raid homes to search for and destroy illegal materials – art, literature and music – executing violators on the spot. A resistance movement, known as the "Underground", emerges to topple Father and the Tetragrammaton Council.

My past life I was Babydoll from Suckerpunch.

Te (talk) 18:46, 26 December 2021 (UTC)[]

As a Canadian, I support stories that are about, or take place in Canada. But I feel that there's quite a few issues going on here.

This reads like an OC backstory. Not necessarilly a problem, but the purpose of this wiki isn't to keep trying to make OCs that are just "better" or "stronger" than all the popular pasta characters of the past.

Anyhow, the story has some strange plot and consistency issues. There's also a lot that just completely detracts from the reality of it. Consuming dish soap and bleach, for example, will straight up kill a human. Even in small quantities. Especially a child.

There's quite a bit of tense, grammatical, spelling, and wording issues in the story too. If you are intent on actually posting a good and quality story (that won't be removed), I suggest you do some serious proofreading, and consider writing the story to be a bit more reasonable for the reader.

If you write to be read, people will read it. If you write just to make yourself feel powerful, but put no effort into working with the reader, people will put even less effort into reading it.

There is also quite a bit here that is essentially plagiarism. You've essentially copy-pasted a tldr of 2002 science action film Equilibrium into your story.

All in all, if you try to post this story in its current state, it will without a doubt be removed.

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