"Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein" – Rammstien, "Engel"
(God knows I don't want to be an angel)
Night music, Vienna Edition: Prelude part 1
Ever so slightly his the anger behind his gaze fades, and so he rests his head against the podium behind him.
Adopting a thoughtful expression, he begins to speak as his heads starts to loll to the side, almost as if he was in a trance.
"So the world has ended, my Lord…"
"Or should I call it a new beginning?"
"Did we succeed in our mission, my Lord?"
"Or did we fail, miserably?"
"When a prophecy is made, can free will break free of it?"
"…"
"I see… the answer depends on one's view."
"Of course. My view says that the answer to all these questions is 'yes'"
"As you know, my Lord, I am a being of free will, so my thoughts are not like the others… in fact, to them I'm a heretic"
"Ah… You… You agree with me, my Lord?"
"… So there is a way to do things over…"
"…"
"Oh… so I must do what needs to be done?"
"…"
"I see. I will make my entrance earlier then"
"I know that there cannot be two angels of free will."
"I… I understand. So two others are coming… This could end badly."
"True. The current circumstances are not enjoyable either… and I am aware that suicide is a sin, my Lord, and by accepting this mission I would have technically done it."
"But it is for the greater good after all…"
"I'm ready. Send me back."
With that, the pale boy stood up, his ashen gray hair and red eyes seemed to glow with an unearthly light as a black pool of shadows formed at his feet. He sunk into the oily black pool as if it was quicksand, yet once all but his head disappeared into the inky black portal, his eyes widened in shock as he mouth out the words,
"You… You are making us into Lillum?"