Frisk felt a warm tear fall down their cheek, marking the page they were rushed through their mind, as Frisk tried to process the fearful information they had just received. 'Why me?',Frisk thought. 'It can't be true. It can't. There must be a way for us all to be free?', the page was nearly coated in stains from the tears flowing from Frisks eyes.
You know, we could always reset? Continue on our old path, a path of victory and freedom. Let them know the true meaning of nihilism.
Frisk violently shook their head, indicating refusal. They read the lines of the book over again, to try and salvage some more information.
The prophecy of The Angel.
When the Angel ,the one who has seen the surface world, appears the underground shall be empty. The Angel's will for monsters and their future is unknown, as the Angel will bring the monsters their gracious gift of freedom. This freedom however, will come at a high price for either is underground dwellers, or the esteemed glorious Angel. For the Angel to be freed, they must maliciously execute all life below the surface, and for the monsters to be free the Angel must generously give up their freedom and be locked underground for eternity. For this is the price of freedom.
The Angel will either become the harbinger of death, or the giver of life. It is the Angel's decision which path they chose, and for the monsters to accept and respect the choice of the Angel, for the Angel is wiser than all.
The same information, Frisk's eyes began to swell again. The next page was simply an illustration of a flower and nothing more.
Frisk's hand traced along the edge of the thick paper. This page was a lot thicker than the rest and felt a lot heavier. It's only when Frisk's tears dried up to the likeness of desert and their vision cleared, were they able to observe and scan the page. The corner of the page seemed to be upright, exposing another page, which appeared to have been loosely stuck onto the previous one. Frisk gently separated to two from each other, revealing an entire page of new, fresh information.
Frisks eyes scanned the writing, their heart ached again, this time with confusion and hope.
The Angel however, may have the appearance of a normal human from the surface, and may not even be aware of their power. For the Angel is the one who's eyes have seen and admired the stars in the sky, has had the moon's light shine on their face, experienced the surface world in its entirety. The Angel that falls from the heavens down to here, it is prophesied that more than one Angel can fall, it is also foretold that the souls of two Angels can occupy one body, and the Angel with two souls resinating inside of one, will either bring us complete freedom and ecstasy, or complete sorrow and damnation.
The Angel may also choose neither of these paths to fulfil, for if the Angel has felt true anguish and despair, real happiness and joy, and overwhelming anger and rage, they can decide to take full pity onto the poor, squalor monsters of the underground and free the monsters and themselves if they use their full power and determination to break the barrier. This however, is foretold to be an extremely complicated and difficult task to accomplish and so when the Angel does arrive, this option will most likely be the least likely path the Angel will take.
You don't honestly think it referring to us? Don't be an imbecile, trust me Frisk, we're no angels.
Frisk wasn't listening, she hoisted to book into their arms. It was heavy. Frisk stumbled as they attempted to carry it back to their friends on the outside world. Frisk wanted more answers. If this was about them, there could be the slightest glimmer of hope of salvation from their sinful past.