Insects Of God

by formication

In the eyes of the Lord, we are all either angels or insects. We are either those who have risen above the tribulations of humanity, or those who wallow in them. We are either those who are the wheat or those who are the chaff. This is about the latter. "I hope you realize we're about to destroy a life.", "Realize? I'm counting on it." Part of the NEO-AU.

This story has, as its protagonist, a dead girl.

The characters who confirm and validate her existence, and who contribute to this story's textual texture, are also dead.

Any resemblances to living people in this work is strictly coincidental, as the true resemblance is only to dead people. The dead people have by now been buried or cremated, so the characters' resemblance is limited to circumstance and temperament. The attractive characters of this story bear little to no resemblance to ashen or decomposing corpses.

That this story takes place in the Radiant Garden of 811 to 812 A.A. (After Ansem) is an unfortunate effect of reality. No defamation is intended to the people of Radiant Garden, not to the people of 811 to 812 A.A. All events recorded here are unperverted and entirely factual.

I'm sorry.