Idiots! I said I would post next month! Yesterday was September 30th and today is October 1st! I bet you didn't expect this.
Funny enough, this is the first of my new rewritten version of this fic. I am a novice on writing, and my style is mostly a copy and paste of Isaac's style, so if you any advice, suggestions Or ideas, feel free to tell because I want to hear you.
Well, enjoy the history anda give me power stones. I don't understand what they do, but I want one
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I don't believe in gods, destiny or miracles. Or rather, I was created not to believe in these things and always see everything through logic and science, never trying to find answers in things like the divine.
But this is something that came from my creation. I don't deny that this mentality I acquired was something forged in me from the exact moment I was born. But I believe that what would be necessary would be a little context so that they can understand what I mean.
I'll start by introducing myself. My name is Claud Jerkins, 27 years old, single and without children. As I was saying, my mentality that is very similar to atheism, was something that my father created in me from a very early age.
My father, Rick Jerkins, is considered one of the greatest entrepreneurial minds of my era. A brilliant and determined man who, to get his family out of poverty, has always dedicated himself to independent learning because his family could not afford to put him in school, and with nothing more than a dream and his own determination, he created the largest business in America.
But it was not easy, he had to make many sacrifices and resignations, in addition to having lost many things while trying to save his family. So much so that, at the time he finally managed to give them the life they deserved, only 2 of his 7 brothers were left.
Even so, he moved on and continued to expand his empire over the years, but a curious thing about him that although he did not hide, few people knew, was that he did not believe in God.
And this becomes even more curious when you find out that he came from an extremely religious family, and that he grew up with the church very attached to his life.
For my father, God was just a figure that people created to justify their existence without purpose and the events that they cannot explain, and that is why they labeled miracles. Something that underpinned this belief of his was that for years of his life, he saw people of faith, who dedicated and gave their lives to Christ, never being rewarded and often ending up or being at the bottom, abandoned and forgotten to have done anything that challenged the divine teachings. The greatest example of this was her own mother, whom he saw raising 8 children alone while asking every day for God to help her give her children a better life.
And that never happened.
In my father's view, if God really existed, then he would reward those who follow him and would not abandon them when they needed help the most.
I didn't make sense of that. There was no logic for such divine ignorance. It was simply a hypocrisy without size in his view.
So, he always said that God didn't exist.
Even with this personality, unlike the common stereotype, he was a good, honest and kind man. He cared about his family and the people around him, made donations to orphanages, hospitals and churches and just wanted a simple life. He just didn't believe in God.
My mother was the opposite of that. A person with an unwavering faith in God and in the church, who never missed a single day in the church and never doubted even for one day of the existence of God.
Even though they were so opposite, that didn't stop them from falling in love.
My father met her during one of the many charity events he organized in an orphanage. My mother was a volunteer in that same orphanage. The moment they saw each other, it was love at first sight.
Well, they got married and in the end I was born. You can say that my creation was very confusing.
On the one hand, I had an extremely religious mother who took me to church every Sunday, and on the other, a father who said with all the letters that he did not believe in God.
This generated some routine fights during my childhood, but nothing very striking really. My father might not even believe it, but he respected those who believed, and my mother also understood his side, but that never stopped her from trying to drag him to the church.
But I ended up pulling this atheist mentality from my father. Even with everything my mother said about faith and God, for some reason I could never really believe it.
I think it was because I spent most of my childhood with my father.
There was a phrase that he always said that marked me until today:
"God is an imaginary concept, an avatar of the hopes and dreams of those who believe in him. If he existed, then he would give people the chance to fulfill these dreams and hopes, and not just steal them for themselves "
This simple sentence underpinned my father's beliefs and mine. We both believed in karma, everything that goes, must come back in the same proportion. If a so-called divine being is unable to follow a law he himself created, then he should not exist.
This is my belief, my philosophy and my way of seeing the world.
But I think it's enough to talk about things that are so unimportant at the moment.
My life has always been very normal, well, apart from the fact that I had more things than children my age should have.
I studied at a school far from the neighborhood where I lived. A more distant, but safe neighborhood, with a good school. My father didn't want me to let his name go up my head, so he always put me in places where no one knew me.
It was like that from primary school to college. After graduating, I moved to another state to build my life away from my father's legacy. I would end up inheriting everything one day, but I wanted to build something of my own, or gain some experience first.
So, I started working at a small technology startup that was still under development, and I helped increase our numbers while also studying things like marketing and customer relations.
I still talked to my parents from time to time, and they still sent money for the month's expenses even though I said they didn't need it. Parents' stuff, I think.
Well, advancing a little, I was walking down the street, returning home after another day of work, when suddenly I felt something hot in my chest and when I looked down, it was a bullet hole.
So far, I don't understand how or why this happened. All I know is that I'm on the floor, bleeding and with everything around me getting dark.
The street was empty, there was no one to call an ambulance, so I would die right here.
I wonder what's on the other side... if there's another side...
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What's going on? ...
Everything is very clear... there's a lot of light here...
My body... I feel heavy, weak... tired.
My vision is blurred and I could hardly hear anything. Just something I thought was the beep of machines and some muffled voices talking around me.
Little by little, the voices were getting less and less muffled, until I could understand what they were saying.
"My congratulations, madam, you're a healthy boy," said a voice that I think is male.
When he finished speaking, I felt something move my body and another figure appeared in my field of vision.
It was blurred and blurred, but from the little I can identify, it was a woman. A woman between 20 and 30 years old.
"Have you thought of a name for him? " Asked the male voice.
The woman's eyes were on me from what I could see. I was focused on her. Our eyes met and for a moment, I felt something strange in my chest.
A kind of warmth, a strange invisible attraction... she smiled looking at me.
"Adrian. Your name will be Adrian " She said looking at me with what seemed to be a smile.
Everything was confusing. I didn't understand what was happening. It seemed like I was in a kind of theater and no one told me what my role would be.
I wanted to ask what was happening, who those people were and why I was here. But I couldn't. The words died in my mouth before I had a chance to speak.
Everything I felt now was a great tiredness, a huge desire to close my eyes.
So I gave in to this will... and fell asleep.