The ascension of the fallen. If you're not ready for it, then you shouldn't care about others.
*Gray* I'm sitting on the T of the hotel looking up to Heaven. Shirley ascended yesterday and I decided to come up and gaze. I wonder if she's watching us from up there. I feel happy that redemption is possible, but also sad that she left us so soon. I know it's a weird thing to think, but now that she's gone, the group feels incomplete. I strangely miss her company. Maybe it's because I got attached to these group of misfits. Even Bob. Okay maybe that's a stretch, but still. I sigh. No point gloating any longer.
"I'll be up there along with everyone else one day. I always keep my promises." I say that mostly for myself. I jump off the sign and head down the hotel.
The inside is surprisingly quiet. Usually there would be sounds of ruckus of any sort in this place, but today feels different. I make my way to the lobby and notice Husk actually cleaning glasses with a handkerchief and not completely shitfaced.
*Red* "Woah! Husk, you out of booze or something?" I didn't want to sound like a dick, but damn this is a surprise. He huffs at me.
"What? How else do you think I fucking keep this place clean?" He snarls at me and goes on with his business.
"It's just weird not to see you with a bottle in hand." I chuckle. "I'll leave ya be. See you later." I walk away and start going to my room. Qwais is leaning next to my door. *Orange* "Yo man. What's up?" He looks at me and shrugs.
"Not much. Just waiting on you."
"For what?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go hang around a dark alleyway that nobody passes through. Alone." He looks at me very seriously. What the fuck? Is he fucking with me?
*Blue* "Dude if you're gonna rape or beat the shit out of me, try to be more subtle about it." Seriously. What is with this guy? He smiles.
"Well you're not naive, so that's good. I know it's an obvious trap, but you'd be surprised how many demons fall for it. They know it's a trap, but they think they're smarter and try to one up you. Big mistake." He starts walking away. "But I'm serious if you want to hang around."
"As long as it's not in an alleyway, then we're cool." Have no clue what he's thinking! Usually I can read people well, however this bitch is very calm and has a neutral expression. I got nothing better to do and I think there's no ill intent, but my guard will be up just in case.
We go to the balcony which overlooks the front of the place. He takes out a pack of cigs and lights it up with his fire brow. That's pretty cool.
"Want some?" He passes me a butt.
"Sure." I grab it and he crouches so I can use his fire brow. Fucking hell! This guy is huge. I only notice how tiny I am compared to most demons here. When he stands, I'm up to his chest. We both chill. Gazing upon the city.
This actually feels nice. Since I got here, there always seems to be something to worry about everyday. So having these moments of peace really helps me not go into a downward spiral. In fact, this reminds me of the times when I would hang with my sister back on Earth. We would smoke and just talk shit. Our philosophies, ideas, events, and...our future. *Blue* I wonder how they're doing? Can't imagine my mom is happy that I'm not up there with them. Mom, if you ever see dad once he finally dies, beat the ever loving shit out of him for me.
"You thinking?" Qwais asks me, breaking my thoughts.
"Yea. Are you not?" He just shrugs.
"No. Thinking doesn't get me anywhere. Action does."...What?
"Well I mean, you still have to think what you're doing, the possible consequences of your actions and such. I don't know if you can do something without it crossing your mind, unless you're actively ignoring it." He doesn't face me, he's fixated on the city.
"Tell me something, are people still homophobic?"
"Yea? But that's kind of inevitable. There will always be assholes in the world."
"...I suppose." That's it? "I died back in the 1800s. My parents are from Saudia Arabia, but they moved to Egypt where I was born. My father loved traveling and would venture around the world. I was mostly raised with my mom who was very traditional. Sadly for her, I was attracted to males, but she forced me to marry the neighbors daughter. She liked me, but I didn't see her anything more than a friend. When I found this beautiful man, I obviously fucked the living lights out of him. It was the happiest I've ever been in my life. Mom found out, ratted me out and got me executed."
I blink. Why are people telling me their life stories now? I'll listen to it though, some ple just need to let it all out.
"I actually was not surprised to arrive here. Been fucking around with guys for years, since for the most part most demons don't give a shit. Then a demon breaks through my room and it turns out to be my mother." His voice becomes angrier. "She started spouting the same bullshit and calling me a fag! Something broke inside of me. I don't know what happened to me, but I just pinned her to the floor and screamed that if she wanted me to fuck a women then I'll do it! THEN I SPREAD HER FUCKING LEGS AN-!"
"OI! OI! Take it fucking down! Relax!" Seriously! This is getting too fucking real! He grunts and takes deep breaths. His flames sizzle down.
"Sorry. I get a little heated when I talk about my mom." Biggest understatement I've heard yet.
"It's okay, but why are you telling all this? Are you gonna redeem soon?"
"Quite the opposite, I'm telling you all this to not waste your time with me. I am irredeemable." He puts out the cig. "My religion prevents my ascension. All because of what I am. Which is impossible to change."
*Violet* "You're wrong right there, Qwais. In fact, you're the most redeemable of us all." He looks at me confused. "If you're main sin is because you're gay, then it's only a matter of time for your ascension. The world becomes more accepting with passing time, so eventually your religion will accept the gays." I mean I hope that's how it works. If not, we'll find another way. He just stares at me for a moment and, for the first time, smiles.
"You know, if you keep doing that to me, I won't hold myself back."
"Do what?"
"Being yourself." He walks away.
*Yellow* "Wait, what do you mean by that? Is it sexual? It is sexual, isn't it!? Come on man, you can't say shit like that without elaborating!" I follow him in. I feel like a seed of friendship has been planted. Hope there are no benefits behind it.
