May 16, 2020
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⇢ @seasreign
“You think I'm being paranoid, but the truth is, I'm worth a lot more to Him dead than alive,” she smirked as she said it, and took another drag of her cigarette — like she didn’t just admit her own Father would rather see her gone than alive and well. She was used to it. It had been like that for so long, she didn’t even remember what it had felt like to be loved by Him. She didn’t remember much at all anymore, what it was like to be an angel, or even what HEAVEN was like. Those were memories belonging to a different person. That person was dead. “It’s alright, though. The feeling’s mutual.” She leaned back in her seat. “Why, what is your father like?”
