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Beggining of a short story.
The angel sat uncomprehending the unjustice and the pain that was being distrubed to the angel's body. Body injuries, some say, aren't as bad as the ones inflicted on the soul, but desecrate the body enough and the soul will suffer.
Please don't let me believe that you're not upset, that this does not change you, that's you're unswayed by my actions... to say it doesn't would be a lie upon you and me.
"When one damages another, one damages one's self as well as the victum, whereas I understand that you are inflicting the pain upon me, it is you who hurts you're ownself over and over. Tis better to be a tree instead of an axe, the axe is crushed under it's own accord."
You know... being dissillusioned must be nice. The world makes no sense. The good suffer at the hands of the evil - over and over without much sense, if any. Yet if I were to ever be punished, I would know that it was because I was evil. But you? Punished upon being good? A murderer kills many and yet may still live, and even if a murder dies, he could not be killed more than once. Justice doesn't exist, oh sweet child.
"In the case of the good suffering, it is but a..."
TEST... TEST?!?! HA! Every instance for you is a test, a pitiful test that if you fail, it's over. An angel falls forever. Humans, can repent, demons have no lower to go. To say that you are being tested is disillusionment, you're being given a way out.
The angel moved with some difficulty, to stand would hurt even more and to lie down would further allow for the angel's weakened state to be taken advantage for. With a meek smile the angel meekly said, "I love you, hate me for all that I am, I love you, destory my being and with it myself. To fall from his grace is more than I could ever bear, to be torn apart in his will, all I would ever want."
I will turn you into an open wound which all those who love you will cry and the salt of thier tears will burn the whole of you, where ever you wander, blood shall always spill from you. You will never heal, you will alwasy pain.
"Amen." There was no recovery from this. Damage the body enough, no matter how strong one is, the soul will damage. Far from heaven, far from friends, this was no test, this was the end. There is not such things as endings, the angel was once told, only beginnings, but the only beginning from this, the angel did not want at all.
To show you how evil you are inside, I will tempt you, and you will accept, there's no other way. Ask me for anything and I shall give it to you. Ask me to restore your beauty. Ask me to heal your wounds and make the pain dissolve. Ask me to stop and I will. But once you ask, you're not asking God anymore and you enter into pact with me, and fall. Can you refuse this, it isn't a test, there's no right answer. Refuse me, and you will always suffer. Accept me and you fall forever. Ask.
It was true, there wasn't a correct answer, either way, it was the end. too much more and the angel will eventually fall, ask now and the angel will have already fallen. The damage to the body was too great, the damage to the soul was beginning. Angels get no forgiveness, no turning back, that was only for humans. There was no other choice but to fall.
The angel finally layed down. "You win." Terrible, horrible laughter and the feelings of cruel glee filled the angel.
ASK! you self-rightous, greedy being!
At least this would be of the angel's own undoing, for a moment though, the angel facing the ground smiled. "I ask for you and I to be humans on earth."
The angel sat uncomprehending the unjustice and the pain that was being distrubed to the angel's body. Body injuries, some say, aren't as bad as the ones inflicted on the soul, but desecrate the body enough and the soul will suffer.
Please don't let me believe that you're not upset, that this does not change you, that's you're unswayed by my actions... to say it doesn't would be a lie upon you and me.
"When one damages another, one damages one's self as well as the victum, whereas I understand that you are inflicting the pain upon me, it is you who hurts you're ownself over and over. Tis better to be a tree instead of an axe, the axe is crushed under it's own accord."
You know... being dissillusioned must be nice. The world makes no sense. The good suffer at the hands of the evil - over and over without much sense, if any. Yet if I were to ever be punished, I would know that it was because I was evil. But you? Punished upon being good? A murderer kills many and yet may still live, and even if a murder dies, he could not be killed more than once. Justice doesn't exist, oh sweet child.
"In the case of the good suffering, it is but a..."
TEST... TEST?!?! HA! Every instance for you is a test, a pitiful test that if you fail, it's over. An angel falls forever. Humans, can repent, demons have no lower to go. To say that you are being tested is disillusionment, you're being given a way out.
The angel moved with some difficulty, to stand would hurt even more and to lie down would further allow for the angel's weakened state to be taken advantage for. With a meek smile the angel meekly said, "I love you, hate me for all that I am, I love you, destory my being and with it myself. To fall from his grace is more than I could ever bear, to be torn apart in his will, all I would ever want."
I will turn you into an open wound which all those who love you will cry and the salt of thier tears will burn the whole of you, where ever you wander, blood shall always spill from you. You will never heal, you will alwasy pain.
"Amen." There was no recovery from this. Damage the body enough, no matter how strong one is, the soul will damage. Far from heaven, far from friends, this was no test, this was the end. There is not such things as endings, the angel was once told, only beginnings, but the only beginning from this, the angel did not want at all.
To show you how evil you are inside, I will tempt you, and you will accept, there's no other way. Ask me for anything and I shall give it to you. Ask me to restore your beauty. Ask me to heal your wounds and make the pain dissolve. Ask me to stop and I will. But once you ask, you're not asking God anymore and you enter into pact with me, and fall. Can you refuse this, it isn't a test, there's no right answer. Refuse me, and you will always suffer. Accept me and you fall forever. Ask.
It was true, there wasn't a correct answer, either way, it was the end. too much more and the angel will eventually fall, ask now and the angel will have already fallen. The damage to the body was too great, the damage to the soul was beginning. Angels get no forgiveness, no turning back, that was only for humans. There was no other choice but to fall.
The angel finally layed down. "You win." Terrible, horrible laughter and the feelings of cruel glee filled the angel.
ASK! you self-rightous, greedy being!
At least this would be of the angel's own undoing, for a moment though, the angel facing the ground smiled. "I ask for you and I to be humans on earth."