CH. ONE , betrayal

' it is a funny thing, the hypocrisy of a god. '

' Do you see, Daughter of Mine? '

The hand of God presses gently against a back, soft cadence soothing to the angel She had summoned to Her, guiding Her child through a room of white. It was void of things all except for a window. A nonexistent breeze presses through it, an unknown tension in the air as the angel is lead by their Mother to it. What they see through it is the world that was created just as they had been. The two stay still for long moment, Mother allowing Child to observe something left unstated. Then first question is Dbrought back,

' Do you see, how they have sinned? '

Words that leave the angel to pause, still, with the ever presence of Her hand on their back. What did She mean? Was it in reference to the children of Gaia, the ones cast from Eden for their foolish crime? They turn to stare at Her, a whisper of confusion on their lips. There's a smile on God's own, not a visible but tangible presence. Strange twist, with a promise of something they don't know, don't understand. For their Mother had made sure there was to be no more sin after … after … if they had the ability to express disgust their face would twist.

' Look closer, child, my angel Eae, thwarter of demons, of those with sins worse than all. You, especially, should know. '

It was a rare occasion, when Mother would use any Angel's name. Her hand presses down onto their back once more and Eae, as faithful and trusting, looks down, leaning further as their God urges, ' Closer still. '

Perhaps they had grown daft; they can not see past the Golden sky and darkening waters. The angel wants to leave. Something crawls up their throat, light of halo pulsing in soft unease. They want to leave, but to ask to be pardoned before they were dismissed would be an insult to their Mother.

' Child. ' It is a warning. Somehow they know. Could She hear their thoughts? Had — ' Look. '

There is minuscule tremble down their back; voice a tepid warble, not willing to displeasure God but not wanting to face this much longer,

" Mother, there is none that I can see, please, you must know that I can only see the sin of demons, not of the whights. "

' Ah … it is ok. Don't worry, Child. '

That soothing tone turns a sickly saccharine, a question of God rising once more unbidden. Why was She doing this? And then, Eae is pushed once more, unlike the few other times, it is no gentle ushering. It is a shove, that hand on their back suddenly a harsh presence, soothing no longer. And it burns, it hurts, the pushing. It distracts them, doesn't bring to light the fact they are tipping over the edge.

' Perhaps it is a child you shall stay, Angel Eae — Daughter Elizabeth, ' these are the last words the angel would hear from Mother, ' For there shall be no atonement, only sacrifice. '

And then they are falling. Falling down to a world God claimed of Sin, falling from a home that they always believed Pure.

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