DISEASE, a prelude.
I heard the others speak of it as if it were a blessing to Heaven. My naive brothers and sisters were so willing to believe in such a volatile miracle. Why couldn't they see that our Father's work - although perfect - was subject to such temptation, subject to such sin? Yes, there were those who agreed there was some fault in his creation, but there were none who truly understood the gravity of the situation. They simply claimed that to be its purpose - to be irrevocably flawed.
But I knew; the moment it was created, our Father had doomed us all. I knew that this was only the first stage of an incurable condition, and never was I more unerring. I watched it spread like a poison, covering the Earth with its filth and leaving only devastation in its wake. Generation after generation, I watched it destroy all that we angels cherished: love turned to defiance, peace was quickly followed by war, and faith - the most important quality that should be held high above all other things - turned to question.
Yet, still my Father loved it, his failed creation. Only I could see the truth of this plague, this...this disease called "Humanity." And from that truth, I would create a place where it would pay for its sin - a place where it would endure all of the pain it had cast upon Heaven. And then my brothers, my sisters - my Father - would see how truly flawed His miracle can be.
This story was written in the style of: Dan Brown
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