"What if I gave you the key to paradise?"
It was a foolish decision on his part. Too soon had Pit said yes, all smiles and grins.
Palutena would gaze at him with her eden-eyes and she warns him, "It is not the most pleasing job, Pit. Are you really up to this?"
Pit nods, "I promise I can do it, Lady Palutena!" He chirps in blue jay-song. Too quick, too soon and too fast had he rushed into his new task after many long years.
Time had lapsed and time has carried on, and with it brought no feuds and eternal sunshine. It's been long, idling days and quick breathless nights. Pit is eager to do more for the wingless people that lived in the ground.
As soon as he takes that job, that one task and duty that he swore to keep chained to his once healed heart, he knows what Palutena means.
His breath comes quick and fast and he's unable to sleep, but there is nothing he can do because Palutena warned him and he didn't listen, he didn't and he was an idiot. A compete and utter idiot with no sense of warnings.
But he's impulsive and it's how things went. Now, he fights to protect the souls of the dying from the demons of the Underworld to bring them into this so-called paradise.
He hates this job because he's sent to retrieve the souls of the dying and bring them to elsewhere than the City of Souls, than the broken Underworld. He sees people die everyday, sees the breath leave their lips and their skin turn pale, eyes glazing over and it's horrible.
"I'm fine," Pit tells himself. "It's my job now. I can't back out of this."
Pit meets a young human girl.
He's sent down to retrieve a soul when he sees her. She's broken glass and fogged, her parents standing over her bed where she lay, breathless and quiet. Too quiet.
He chokes back his tears. He's used to his job. He loops his arms around her body, pulls up gently and detaches her soul from her body with a blade that cuts tethers. Her eyes open once more, catches his gaze. A bitter smile crosses his lips.
"You'll be fine," Pit whispers, "I'm here to take you to a brighter place.
Disbelief clouds her eyes, "B-But my parents," She gasps, pointing to her father and mother, "I can't... I can't leave them."
She's not barely her tenth year. But Pit is used these early departures.
"Don't worry. You'll see your parents again. I promise." He would say.
The girl gazes at him and nods weakly before he heads back up to the sky with a call of Palutena's name ghosting his lips.
Pit doesn't feel free anymore. He's chained to the gates of this paradise, this resting place for souls.
He finds it beautiful. Amazing, even, with its crystal-touch skies and the golden loom of the sun, the clarity of the river water and everything. But it's not for him.
He feels burden and he feels lost because he had his freedom ripped away from him. There was nothing he can do, because once he was took the oath and held the blade of this job, he was tied down and he can no longer soar as freely as he used to.
Inside the walls of this paradise, he feels nothing. Outside, all it was, was a desperate attempt to feel free again.
He thinks he might believe it he'll find freedom underneath his wings again. One day, because he's growing the noble seeds towards a new light where...
The sky isn't hidden behind lies. This is his way and he'll follow it, for as long as he has to.