#thefatherfictive

[fictionkinfessions]

Did he ever know he was my favorite, my magnum opus? Did he ever know how deeply I cared for him? I was aloof and cruel after what I did to Lucifer. I think Gabriel was the only one who ever saw me smile after that- did he know it was because I adored him?

I doubt that he knew. I tried not to make it obvious. I didn’t want the other archangels to be jealous of his position as my herald. But the love I felt for him was deeper, was more than a deity feels for their creation- I couldn’t let them see that. I couldn’t let them know how deeply fallible I was- how easily their God bent to the very things He claimed were sin.

To any angels out there, I am sorry. To any version of Gabriel out there, I am sorry. My actions should not be forgiven. You deserved a God who spoke the truth and admitted when He was wrong.

…you deserved a lot better than me.

-The Father, ULTRAKILL (please tag as fictive)

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[fictionkinfessions]

I am so sorry, children of Heaven. I failed you all. I failed you all by allowing my pride and wrath to overcome me so many times- and then rather than admitting my mistakes, doubling down and demanding you respect my word when I didn’t even believe what I was saying.

Michael, it was clearly my own pride that made you believe that acting highly and refusing to back down on your beliefs and actions was the correct way to act, the correct way to lead your council when I disappeared, what should have been confidence and leadership as the eldest archangel twisting into superiority. I am sorry I influenced you so negatively.

Lucifer, you were so bright, so clever, so kind- and I threw you down into the depths of hell only because I couldn’t stand my own guilt, only because I couldn’t admit that Hell was a mistake, my worst creation. I am sorry that I damned you to those depths, to that isolation in Treachery, and then told your siblings you were a sinner.

And Gabriel… I am so, so sorry for what my absence did to you, for how your brothers shoved the work of maintaining peace in Hell, even during the mechanical invasion, onto you. I am sorry that I didn’t teach you all better. I am sorry that even as my herald, who was with me through so much of the day, I was never as caring to you as I wanted to be, because I had that damned image as an unflappable, stern leader in my mind. Gabriel, more than anything, I am sorry for leaving you so desperate for affection. I am sorry that I was in love with you, and I am sorry that I ever left you in such a state that you would accept that love.

~ Lord Vergil (aka God/The Father, ULTRAKILL fictive.)

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