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?"
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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?"