My Rebuttal To Vox's Insufferable Stance Hell is A Victim of Genocide
[Y/N Angel suddenly drops her basket. It hits the floor with a loud crack.]
[She slowly grinds it beneath her heel.]
Y/N Angel:
You know what these taffies are worth?
Y/N Angel:
More than every last worthless life in this room.
Charlie:
Hey! That’s not—
Y/N Angel:
Shut it, princess.
Sera:
Y/N, control yourself—
Y/N Angel:
You’re in Hell, sweetheart. Violence is literally the local currency.
[Lute snorts trying not to laugh.]
Vox (grinning):
Ah! Finally, an angel with some sense! Tell them how Heaven’s been butchering—
[Y/N suddenly grabs him and RIPS OFF HIS HEAD.]
The broadcast glitches violently.
[She holds his head by the wires as sparks flicker.]
Vox (screen flickering):
O-okay that seems unnecessary—
Sera:
Y/N! This is exactly what Vox wants!
Lute (quietly):
Oh this is WAY better.
Y/N Angel (raising the head):
You idiots wanna scream “genocide”?
[She gestures at the crowd.]
Y/N Angel:
You think that word belongs to you?
Y/N Angel:
Let’s take attendance.
**She points randomly into the crowd.
Y/N Angel:
Murderers. Rapists. Traffickers. Drug lords. Slavers. War criminals.
Y/N Angel:
And that’s just the warm-up round.
A sinner:
We were punished already!
Y/N Angel:
Your punishment was an eternity of booze, drugs, violence, and whatever disgusting kink your rotten brain dreamed up.
Y/N Angel:
Hell isn’t a prison.
Y/N Angel:
It’s a frat house for humanity’s worst mistakes.
Charlie (upset):
They’re trying to change!
Y/N Angel:
Sweetheart, half this crowd would stab their own grandma for a cigarette.
Lucifer (dryly):
To be fair, cigarettes are expensive.
Y/N Angel:
And now the second Heaven shows up to remind you actions have consequences—
**She spreads her arms mockingly.
Y/N Angel:
Suddenly you're oppressed.
Y/N Angel:
Cry me a lake of demon tears.
[She turns to Vox’s head.]
Vox:
Listen we can negotiate—
Y/N Angel:
The walking flat-screen thinks he's Malcolm X now.
Y/N Angel:
You’re not a revolutionary.
Y/N Angel:
You’re a parasite with a microphone.
Vox:
I represent the people!
Y/N Angel:
You exploit the people.
**She points at the crowd.
Y/N Angel:
You sell them ads, lies, and outrage so they don’t notice you’re bleeding them dry.
Y/N Angel:
And where were you during the exterminations, hero?
Y/N Angel:
Hiding like a roach under the fridge.
[Lute bursts out laughing.]
Lute:
Okay that one was good.
Y/N Angel:
Not once did you save a sinner.
Y/N Angel:
But now you want them to die for your little revolution?
Y/N Angel:
This is reality.
**She leans closer to his screen.
Y/N Angel:
Vincent Whitman.
**Vox’s screen flickers nervously.
Y/N Angel:
Your victims in life deserved justice.
**Then stomps the screen.
**Then drives an angelic steel knife through it.
The crowd goes completely silent.
Lucifer (quietly impressed):
Well that’s one way to end a broadcast.
Sera (furious):
Y/N, you have gone too far!
Lute (grinning):
Nah. I think she just started.
[Y/N Angel turns to the terrified crowd.]
Y/N Angel:
Listen closely, worms.
Y/N Angel:
You are in Hell because you earned it.
Y/N Angel:
And if you think you can march into Heaven demanding sympathy—
**She wipes blood off the knife.
Y/N Angel:
Then Heaven will remind you exactly why you were thrown down here in the first place.
