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Falls_895
Legacy Name: Falls_895
The
Common Experiment #76166Owner:
GerudoAge: 12 years, 7 months, 1 week
Born: September 25th, 2011
Adopted: 11 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: August 20th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 22
- Defense: 20
- Speed: 17
- Health: 18
- HP: 12/18
- Intelligence: 5
- Books Read: 5
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Register Clerk
The sensation as I left the comforting warmth of my home, left it behind forever, not by choice, but by force, were things I'd never felt before.
All the world of calm and peace was left behind in a torrent of violence as I fell and I saw my feathers ripping out, not meant for the rough treatment or the hard air of the world I now joined. It was slow at first and I watched with a strange sense of calm that I still don't understand.
I watched as feather after feather was ripped from the wings that I'd been so proud of and saw the shimmering of golden light as the circlet above my head disintegrated in earths atmosphere.
It didn't hurt, not at first. Until I saw the last clinging feather loosen and the painless existence of an angel was left behind as it fluttered away and quickly vanished as I plunged deeper.
Then I felt fire and with the agony of my pristine body twisting in on itself, transforming into the hideous and the screaming for it to stop, only then, did I realize the full extent of this injustice done to me!
It was one Nephilim!
One child, that never even saw the light of the day before the flaming sword cut it's and it's mother's life short.
MY CHILD that they had judged to be evil before it had even taken it's first breath!
What right did THEY have to determine what was good or evil?
What right did they have to play God after he'd disappeared?
It was a mistake, he'd realized that after he'd learned that she'd been gifted with child.
His child, his gift, but he didn't love her.
Angels, strangely enough, had very little capacity for love. In fact very little capacity for anything besides a very powerful sense of duty and loyalty. I had been no different and it had been merely out of a strange and rare sense of curiosity that I'd chosen her.
Poor unfortunate woman. Humans, he'd learned were so easy to woo by something as simple as appearing as what he was. Angels such as he may have very little emotion, the powerful and overwhelming sensations belonging solely to humans, but we were pure and divine, beautiful and perfect and that had been enough for her.
When the deed had been done and his curiosity deadened, he'd returned to heaven, but it was months later before he even came to realize that what he'd acted upon had been a sin.
He'd found himself on the foot of God's throne, where the great being had once sat, though he was much to young of an angel to have been honored to know God himself. He repented his sin, begging forgiveness, but only found the cold stares of the Originals as they condemned him.
They asked where they would find this woman who had also committed herself to this sin against God's will and I told them, not knowing or really even caring about what might happen next.
As I recalled, I didn't truly feel until I fell and it was only then that I understood more than I ever had as a divine.
As I accepted the new rage, the pain of the fire and the sensations of my body being rearranged into my new form, the suffering became pleasure, and the pleasure became intent.
I spread the folds of my new, blackened wings and I flew. For the first time I could FEEL and I LIKED it.
I am a demon. A fallen angel and I swear on my blackened devoid of a heart that those who would play as God will die like dogs.
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