I'm the angel and I'm just SO EVIL 😈😈
I wonder if my mum would pay $150 to blaze a post for my 18th birthday (then i can make it big like i've always wanted to)
I’m really proud of it so you get to read it if you so desire. I’m so generous, yes. If you like it umm… don’t be scared to tell me 👉👈🥺
it’s a small part of an overall longer story, but I don’t really think it matters what order you read it in. Especially with the way I wrote this one,,,,
CW: subjective views of angels, murder, martyr maybe, some religion I guess CHRISTIANS BEWARE YOU PROBABLY SHOULD READ THIS IDK THOUGH it isn’t gory though, so that’s something,,,
it’s not really long but it’s relatively long. Idk might take 20 minutes to read (that’s a very rough estimate)
You have been warned…
Angelʼs Sin: Chapter IDFK
-Not Made To Be The Way They Are-
Summary: homie makes a shit decision and doesn’t learn their lesson.
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The angel had been wandering for some time now. Though, it wasnʼt quite sure for how long exactly. It had wandered through forests, through flower filled fields. None of the sights, the sounds, the smells, particularly moving it in any way.
It was looking for something, it realised. Though what exactly continued to elude it.
It wasnʼt quite sure what to do now, after the conversation it had at that monster city. It was quite peculiar for different monsters to live in close quarters like that. It wanted to know how such a thing was possible. That was the only reason it had gone.
The woman it had talked to there was quite an interesting one. She was an eleven woman, or appeared to be at least, though it had its doubts about that being the truth. And despite all of that, the angel found itself jealous of all things towards her. All the mistakes she had made in her life, lies sheʼd told, people sheʼd seen beaten and hurt and killed, yet not an ounce of punishment was placed on her. She was met with nothing.
For even something small, the angel would always be punished. No matter the circumstance, the excuse. None of it would be good enough to avoid punishment.
The only thing it could ask was why it was different for this woman. For all the monsters and humans that lived on the solid ground amongst mountains and trees. Why could they make so many mistakes, commit so many sins, and why could they get away with it all so easily?
Thatʼs what the angel was looking for; the realisation dawned on it and it washed away the heavy thoughts it had. It was looking for an answer. Something it could understand, something to stop whatever it could feel happening inside it. The small simmering that had begun near months ago, the seeds of doubt that had begun to take root. Thatʼs all it needed. Something to help it understand. Something that would dismiss those doubts it had as ridiculous.
Its gaze was caught by something that appeared over the horizon as it was lost in thought. Something only small, what looked like a little village. Perhaps a monster settlement, or a human one. The angel was not sure from the distance it was at.
With a goal in mind the angel saw no reason to walk further, and simply got closer instead. It appeared between two shabby buildings, hiding in the shadows as it tucked away its wings and halo, as all angels may if they will it so.
It decided also to tuck away that angelic presence that followed its every move. It didnʼt usually have very much of a reason to hide it, and also quite liked the effect it had on other people… the way they tripped over their own feet to talk with it. The way they were at ease with no words. The way they would scramble to get anything it asked for.
It had thought perhaps it would be better to blend in, so it would not draw unwanted attention. It was a sensible choice on its part, as much as it left a certain sour taste in its mouth.
The angel stepped out from the shadow, into the wide centre street paved with old, uneven stones.
Dusk had long since begun to settle over the land, painting the shabby houses and stores in a soft orange light.
The village was a human one, the angel realised. It passed many humans on their way home before the night took duskʼs place. It saw the storekeepers through windows, packing away their wares and locking their storefronts. Every face it saw was a sickeningly human one, lacking the fascinating variation each of the monster cityʼs residents had.
The angelʼs attention was easily shifted from the boring humans, and caught by a large, ornate building that sat on the end of the long street. The entire town seemed quite poor, lacking in anything that even looked remotely expensive. But that building at the end had large, looming windows filled with stained glass. Intricate patterns etched into the stone walls. It would have been an incredibly expensive building to make. What it was doing in such a poor village was the question the angel pondered as it made its way over.
It paused its march when it saw someone emerge from the large front doors. Doors that were already wide open beckoningly, despite the coming night. Another figure that followed behind the other. A woman and a man.
The woman bowed to the man, and the angel thought she was talking to the him, but it could not read exactly what from such a distance. The man appeared to laugh, waving the woman away before turning back into the building. As he turned, large, white appendages he had attached to his back swayed awkwardly.
Wings?
The woman had begun her walk home. The angel ignored her presence, even as it passed her in the street on its way to the building. That person with wings. That person with wings. That was all the angel could think about. Without even realising so, the angel began running to the ornate building the man had disappeared into once more. Out the front, the angel looked up at the buildingʼs facade and the realisation of what it was finally came to it.
A church.
The angel stepped inside with not a moment of hesitation, eyes settling on the man. The priest of this church. He heard the angelʼs heavy steps on the smooth stone floor, and turned from the alter to gaze upon it. His expression softened into a sweet smile near instantly.
“Ah.” The priest breathed. “I havenʼt seen you here before. Are you a traveler?”
The angel slowed its step until it came to a stop, still metres from the priest. Its expression fell. Upon closer inspection, it seemed those wings were not wings at all. Much closer to kites covered in feathers than anything real. Disappointing, the angel thought to itself. It had actually begun to think there was some species other than human in this small village. But there was something else that begun to plague its mind. Namely, why the priest had decided to wear such painstakingly fake accessories.
The angel lowered its head politely, not quite in a bow but in a quiet address. It had decided it did not yet want to speak to this priest.
He seemed unbothered by the angelʼs silence, eyes crinkling at the edges while his lips pulled up into a kinder smile.
“Then, welcome.” He greeted warmly. “My name is Father Gabriel. Is there anything I can help you with?”
The angelʼs eyes shot up to meet the priestʼs. He looked somewhat amused by its reaction, eyes sliding shut and turning back to the alter momentarily.
“Yes, did the wings not give it away? I am the angel, Gabriel.” The priest said coolly, turning back to meet the angelʼs gaze once more. “You have no reason to be afraid. I am here to help humans like you.”
The real angel was not afraid. It had no reason to be. In fact, the emotion prickling at the edges of its being was quite far from fear. The priest was quite evidently not Gabriel. It had met him before, and this man did not match. The white goose feathers the priest had crudely patched together to create those fake wings was not nearly as magnificent as true angel wings. But that would explain his reason for wearing such a ridiculous thing as fake wings. To lie and cheat everyone into believing him something more than the small being he was.
The angel held its tongue, hands clenching into tight fists at its sides as it resisted the urge to move. It let out a heavy, shaky breathe meant to even out its nerves before it spoke.
“Any why is it youʼd chose to help humans like us, Father Gabriel?” The angel finally managed, though its voice came out tight and forced. The lightness it tried to inject into its tone did not make it through.
The priest smiled once more, holding his hands together neatly against his stomach before responding in an almost rehearsed manor; “It is only my wish to help humans attain perfection like us angels have.”
The angel had to avert his gaze to the ground, focusing on the small cracks between each slab of flooring rather than the prick that had turned to a violent clawing.
It had to force its breaths to remain steady, trying to stop the way its fists had begun to tremble at its sides.
This human had no idea what he was talking about. This lowly, disgusting, liar of a human shamed to be called a priest.
Even angels could not attain perfection. No living being could. No being born into this fragile, imperfect world could ever attain the idea of perfection. It was only an idea. A concept. Constantly out of reach even from the ones that tried so very hard to stretch as tall as they could in hopes to catch it.
The angel out of everyone knew this. Yet this human had no idea.
No idea.
“Do not talk as if you know what perfection is.” The angel nearly snarled, making the priest jump. The sudden intensity in its voice caught him very much off-guard.
“What do you mean?” The priest replied, a false attempt at remaining steady. His voice betrayed just how shaken he was.
“I mean you should not speak of things you do not know. To lie is a sin, I assume you know.”
The priest let out a short, humourless laugh. “You believe that I, an angel, would lie—“
“You are no angel.”
The priest was momentarily silenced by the angelʼs words, but let out a deep sigh. “Of course a human such as you would not understand.”
“Silence.” The angel replied coldly, and at that very moment released the disguise it had packed together so carefully.
Three pairs of white wings. A glowing halo. An overwhelmingly divine presence. The priest had taken it all in at once, and failed to fully process it. He fell back, landing roughly on his bottom, but could not bring himself to care about the pain.
The priest looked up at the divine being—the angel— he had just offended with a certain reverence that could only come with the realisation he had just been bestowed. Yet there was still a bone deep dread at the sight of the angelʼs face as its gaze settled over him.
The priest had realised, though not completely, that he had just made a grave mistake.
The rage that danced in the angelʼs pale grey eyes was directed at him. The way the angelʼs hands twitched at its sides, the way its pure white feathers once neat and kept began to bristle— that was all directed at the priest.
He swallowed heavily, mouth opening to speak and falling shut almost right away. He needed time to formulate a proper response.
The angel did not give that time.
Its lips curled upwards into a nettled, twisted smile that did not reach its cold, darkened eyes. “Itʼs unfortunate.” The angelʼs voice rumbled, now low and dangerous. “You didnʼt quite play the role right. You see, us angels… we arenʼt as perfect as you think we are.”
It raised its arm, a movement that was almost graceful. Perhaps any action taken by such a being could be expressed as beautiful and seamless.
“… for example, I have quite the temper.” The angel finished, eyes narrowing in on the priest with nothing short of disgust.
The priest could not see what came next for him exactly, blinded by a white light that erupted from the angelʼs palm.
The angel saw the exact moment the light left the priestʼs eyes. The exact moment his body fell back lifelessly, false wings pressed beneath his back unevenly in a way that may have been painful, if the priest was still alive to feel it.
Something other than disgust washed over the angelʼs face in that moment. Something far from disgust, in fact. A true, wicked smile played on its lips, something akin to elation sparkling in its eyes.
It had just killed—no, cleansed— a sinful, wretched liar. A stain on the society its father had worked so hard to create. It had done something worthy of praise, something that should be remembered.
Something it wanted to do again. And again.
Perhaps that is what those imperfect beings are for. Those beings made to lie and cheat and sin. They are made to be cleansed. To be examples for all other beings —
Oww.
A sting. A burn. A strange tingling was spreading its way up the angelʼs arm, forcing it from its internal monologue. Its body tensed and yet, mercifully, the sensation did not make it further than its elbow.
It was alien. The angel had not experienced anything quite like it before. It was unpleasant, it wished for it to leave right away, but the sting was persistent and stayed no matter how much the angel stared at its palm.
Eventually, the angel gave in, accepting the sensation. It turned its back on the corpse it just created, coldly, wordlessly, showing no remorse for its actions. Yet something gnawed at the corner of its being. Perhaps its angelic nature that had always insisted that killing was wrong.
The angel pushed that nature down as far as it may go, knowing full well that it will find its way back to the surface.
It stepped out from the church, relishing the silence of the night and the symphony of crickets that broke it. This world was a dark and unfair one, a truth the angel wasnʼt entirely prepared to accept, but perhaps there was something else that it could do. Something that it could find.
“You werenʼt supposed to do that.” A cold, calculating voice snapped, so suddenly, with no warning, that it startled the angel. But it knew the source of the voice without even looking. “That man was not supposed to die for another…”
“Did you not see what it was he was doing? Wearing fake wings, pretending to be one of us.” The angel nearly snapped, barely turning his head to see the other angel leaning nonchalantly against the brick of the church “Fooling all the other humans into playing into his lies that he was perfect and divine.”
“I know what he was doing. But it does not matter. That man was not meant to—“
“But he was a liar, and lying is a sin.”
“Lying is also a trait that is inherently human. Do you not understand? It is their nature to lie.”
“To lie is what a demon does. A sinful, low demon that is the bane of our very existence!”
“And that is why humans are the sources of demons. Do you not understand? It is their—“
“I donʼt care if it is their nature or not, beings like that… why? Why are they allowed to make mistakes? To sin? No, why is it even their very purpose? And why is it we are punished for even the smallest mistakes? Told off, shattered and broken and torn apart in the most brutal and painful ways…”
“Because we werenʼt created to be flawed.”
“But nothing is created with the ability to attain perfection. Anything imperfect will always make mistakes.”
“Then perhaps we were also made to be punished. Perhaps He needed something to regularly take His anger out on, and chose us.”
“Then we were set up to fail? From the moment we were created?”
“It certainly seems that way, does it not? But if that is what He wishes, then it is our mission to comply.”
“I will not comply with something so ridiculous.”
“Then it will be you who is… what did you say? Shattered and broken and torn apart in the most brutal of ways.”
“……”
“I will not tell the others of your infraction, but do not let it happen again. To kill is my assignment. Not yours.”
“……”
“Youʼre lucky you were even given the ability to use the Angelʼs Judgement. It was made for self defence, you know. Make sure that is all you use it for from now on, [redacted].”
“Azrael…”
“What is it…?”
“… nothing, donʼt worry yourself.”
Azrael looked back at the angel, suspicion clouding his eyes, before turning away without another word. And in a snap he was gone.
The angel stood alone in the night, beneath the pale sheen of moonlight that reflected in its white hair. The crickets had since fallen silent, leaving only the quiet howl of the wind as it blew past the old buildings.
Sure enough the angelʼs nature had resurfaced, making its stomach twist into tight, guilt-ridden knots.
It knew it should not kill again. It did not want to.
Ok no you don't understand because that guy without the face, he's literally been in my village for ages and he hasn't fell in love with anyone. I have introduced him to EVERYONE (except pops) and it was getting to the point that I wondered if I'd made him uninterested? ATSUSHI BSD fell in love with him. I got that Cutscene between them where the guy lost somethin, and Atsushi came along and found it. And somehow that guy WORMED his way out of getting the feelings. Monokuma was his best friend basically as soon as I added Monokuma, so I bought him over when the guy tripped (ok yeah the guy doesn't actually have a name hence I'm referring to him vaguely) AND NO, APPARENTLY HE CAN GET FEELINGS FOR A HOMICIDAL BEAR THAT TORTURES KIDS AS A HOBBY.
Ok no you don't understand because that guy without the face, he's literally been in my village for ages and he hasn't fell in love with anyone. I have introduced him to EVERYONE (except pops) and it was getting to the point that I wondered if I'd made him uninterested? ATSUSHI BSD fell in love with him. I got that Cutscene between them where the guy lost somethin, and Atsushi came along and found it. And somehow that guy WORMED his way out of getting the feelings. Monokuma was his best friend basically as soon as I added Monokuma, so I bought him over when the guy tripped (ok yeah the guy doesn't actually have a name hence I'm referring to him vaguely) AND NO, APPARENTLY HE CAN GET FEELINGS FOR A HOMICIDAL BEAR THAT TORTURES KIDS AS A HOBBY.
Coughing Babies, imagine you’re a famous baseball player and are about to bat the winning hit. Accidentally, the pitcher tosses a Hydrogen Bomb at you. Would you still hit the bomb out of the stadium and win millions, or will you let everyone die?
I convinced my mum to watch Puella Shoujo Madoka Magica with me. She trusts my opinion of shows because I got her to watch Mob Psycho 💯 and she really liked it. I told my mum Madoka was “a magical girl anime, like sailor moon.” Knowing well she likes sailor moon teehee… anyway when we watch it I’ll follow up.
99% of conversations between me and bro (listen to it to the end pleeeease)
bruh we watched like the first 6 episodes but she did not react the whole time she was giving Kyubei dirty looks and expected he was up to no good, then guessed Mami was going to die and just said "haaaaa I told you" THERES STILL WORSE THINGS HOPEFULLY I GET A DECENT REACTION FROM THEM (I honestly feel ripped off chat gahhhhh)
I convinced my mum to watch Puella Shoujo Madoka Magica with me. She trusts my opinion of shows because I got her to watch Mob Psycho 💯 and she really liked it. I told my mum Madoka was “a magical girl anime, like sailor moon.” Knowing well she likes sailor moon teehee… anyway when we watch it I’ll follow up.
99% of conversations between me and bro (listen to it to the end pleeeease)
bruh I finally got the first volume of beast and read it right away obviously. It was so peak bro 🔥🔥🔥🔥 beast Dazai is such a bastard for no reason bruh 💀💀 (atsushi looks so cool though holy moly at least he can look cool while suffering)
me: Beast Dazai is a bastard!
also me: hey guys check out this picture of beast dazai I just spent two hours on!!!
My brave art liner: 💀
(He looks like he’s feeling too many emotions grr *shakes fist* why you…!)
