FanfictionGood Doesn't Always Win: Part I
"You fucking asshole. I'll make you pay! I'll.. I'll kill you! Swear to
fucking god!"
"I highly doubt that. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't, and you know it.
You see, the Great Overseer has plans for me. I am absolutely indespensable in
His plan. All of you lowly minions of the Dark One are disposable and you know
it. Hell, you're almost human. The only thing you're missing is emotion;
remorse, compassion, love, hate, depression. You never feel any of them. I just
plain can't comprehend what life would be like without emotion. And never use
the Lord's name in vain!"
"You angels are all the same. Never shut up, do you?"
The white-winged shimmering being was, for once, speechless. The soft breeze
played with the silky down on the inside of the broad wings. A faint heavenly
glow was emitted from the beings skin. The tall long-haired man, finding himself
disgusted, walked away, swearing profusely after burning his finger while
lighting a cigarette. He fished around in the pocket of his trenchcoat for his
headset that he had broken in half yet again. He found one half, the half he
needed. What could the stupid kid tell him anyways? Nothing important, that was
for sure.
He turned it on and let them know he'd be home in a bit. He'd had his fun.
He shut it off and watched the humans walking by for a little bit. They were all
so miserable. It was one of the few things left in this world that made him feel
he was getting his job done. There was still no such thing as godly love. There
wasn't a single place in the whole fucking world that that extreme purity
existed.
~~~
He just stood there watching the demon walk away. Why could he not
understand. Well, If he didn't learn quickly, he would be dead. That was a
given. No one wanted to kill more than his counterpart, Death. Well, at least no
angel. He had never known an angel could be that cruel until he met Death. One
thing was for sure, he deserved his title. He never showed any remorse for what
he did. I suppose that would be the job of Justice. Well they both did their
jobs very well.
"I guess I had better head home and start cleaning up. There's no way that
there can't NOT be a mess since Death was alone today." He sighed and headed off
towards home.
Then, he noticed a little girl crying by the side of the road.
*No, you can't stop. You have to get home. He reminded himself. The more
you postpone, the bigger the mess will be.*
*But look at her!* He really couldn't help it. She just looked so scared
and lost and it wasn't like she was dirty or anything. &nbps *You can't help
her. You have to get home.* And that was the end of it. As he walked away, he
felt a light tug on his wing. What the... There was a tiny hand clinging to one
of the soft feathers on the tip of his wing. How can she see me??
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"You fucking asshole. I'll make you pay! I'll.. I'll kill you! Swear to
fucking god!"
"I highly doubt that. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't, and you know it.
You see, the Great Overseer has plans for me. I am absolutely indespensable in
His plan. All of you lowly minions of the Dark One are disposable and you know
it. Hell, you're almost human. The only thing you're missing is emotion;
remorse, compassion, love, hate, depression. You never feel any of them. I just
plain can't comprehend what life would be like without emotion. And never use
the Lord's name in vain!"
"You angels are all the same. Never shut up, do you?"
The white-winged shimmering being was, for once, speechless. The soft breeze
played with the silky down on the inside of the broad wings. A faint heavenly
glow was emitted from the beings skin. The tall long-haired man, finding himself
disgusted, walked away, swearing profusely after burning his finger while
lighting a cigarette. He fished around in the pocket of his trenchcoat for his
headset that he had broken in half yet again. He found one half, the half he
needed. What could the stupid kid tell him anyways? Nothing important, that was
for sure.
He turned it on and let them know he'd be home in a bit. He'd had his fun.
He shut it off and watched the humans walking by for a little bit. They were all
so miserable. It was one of the few things left in this world that made him feel
he was getting his job done. There was still no such thing as godly love. There
wasn't a single place in the whole fucking world that that extreme purity
existed.
~~~
He just stood there watching the demon walk away. Why could he not
understand. Well, If he didn't learn quickly, he would be dead. That was a
given. No one wanted to kill more than his counterpart, Death. Well, at least no
angel. He had never known an angel could be that cruel until he met Death. One
thing was for sure, he deserved his title. He never showed any remorse for what
he did. I suppose that would be the job of Justice. Well they both did their
jobs very well.
"I guess I had better head home and start cleaning up. There's no way that
there can't NOT be a mess since Death was alone today." He sighed and headed off
towards home.
Then, he noticed a little girl crying by the side of the road.
*No, you can't stop. You have to get home. He reminded himself. The more
you postpone, the bigger the mess will be.*
*But look at her!* He really couldn't help it. She just looked so scared
and lost and it wasn't like she was dirty or anything. &nbps *You can't help
her. You have to get home.* And that was the end of it. As he walked away, he
felt a light tug on his wing. What the... There was a tiny hand clinging to one
of the soft feathers on the tip of his wing. How can she see me??
Part II Home Fanfiction
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