local angel gets bullied by ruler of greed asmr

[temperedguardian]

it is my god given right to dunk on cassiel forever

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[temperedguardian]

"It can be, when it is in a decent mood," Cassiel says, that heretical admission coming easily from them with no weight to it at all. A gentle clink as they set the glass down with delicate precision. "Though it is never so for long."

That gets another torn-metal laugh, quieter and less desperate this time. Oh, if it was that simple...if it was even possible, they would be sorely tempted. Having to live with this pain, never being able to ease it...

They love Gabriel. They are bereft of purpose. It torments them without end. And if they were to confess, they know nothing would change, or they would be looked on with sympathy, maybe pity - not love. As it had not changed for all those who loved, worshipped, him. He was not for the Ferrymen, nor the mortal who lingered in Limbo's halls. Not for an angel made to stand at his side.

(They wonder if he feels the way they feel - not in love, but in loneliness. How far Heaven had placed him, exulted him, poured praise upon him. How far they had raised him above the rest until nothing could ever reach him, not even the feelings of another.)

"It is a sweet thought, though I am sure even the lesser angels grow tired in their own way." There is a wryness to their tone again. "At least angels simply stop existing upon death. It is one of the few benefits, I have come to think."

When I die, there will be nothing at all.

[mauditsoleil]

Minos would be sorely disappointed, to see him behave like this towards Cassiel. Granted, he'd have been disappointed if he aimed his mockery at Gabriel too, but at least God's Will fought back. This was akin to kicking a downed animal, with barely the energy to whimper at each blow.

If his experiences with divinity were any different, he might have even felt bad for them. Instead, the husk swirled his wine about in the cup, listening as they set their own down to gauge from the noise how much they had drained. A sweet thought.

"For all that I hear that heaven is an endless paradise, it seems as if it has broken you far more than Hell ever could, angel." In fact, judging by their earlier comment about the superorganism's temperament... "I wonder if you wouldn't prefer it down here instead." There was an interest here, in finding just what might ignite a proper reaction from them, he'd admit. Not necessarily an intense one, this cruelty presented itself less as a hunter stalking prey and more like a child prodding a dying fly. Buzzing helplessly around on its back, each little spurt of motion and energy a mildly entertaining reaction.

Except that Cassiel was presently even failing to do that, these tragic little heartwrenching twitches were barely enough for him. Oh he could hazard a guess as to what might set them off, but that would be cheating.

Presently, anyway.

[temperedguardian]

That, surprisingly, gets another laugh - not torn and distorted, but simple amusement. The sound rings like a bell, properly angelic. It's something they've contemplated before, but never been brave enough to really commit to.

But they are still an angel, and they do not belong in Hell, no more than a demon belongs in Heaven. Not even a sinner should be in Hell, really...

"Heaven is still a paradise, for most. You truly shouldn't take my word for it." They shift in their seat, taking another quiet sip. "I came out wrongly at creation, that's all. Or I was made to be unloved, perhaps."

What other explanation could there be, to feel like this? To be cracked open until everything spilled out, to be perpetually bleeding and empty. It cannot be a flaw with God, so it must be some impurity within them. It's not as if they could ask Him, even if He was still here.

Another slight laugh. "Are you enjoying all this, King Sisyphus? Am I entertaining enough for you?"