Fucked up thing that Vox should do that would be so fucking JUICY:
He should find a way to broadcast to all winners a compilation of every single death caused by the exorcist in the seven years they have been exterminating sinners
The angels, who were not expecting something like that, can’t cut the broadcast fast enough and all of heaven has seen it at least twice over as the video loops.
A mob forms in Sera’s foyer as the winners are demanding to know what the fuck was that??? as Sera panics and tries to justify herself. “It was necessary at the time” and “they posed a threat to all of us” and bla bla bla and I can just imagine she standing in front of a big ass screen still playing the universe’s worse compilation as she tries to justify the blood bath on display.
Then a scream breaks through her platitudes
It’s a bird winner, her eyes fixed on the footage of a line of sinners being forced to walk towards the chopping block. One among them has oh such a resemblance to her.
“That’s my sister Mary Anne!”
And then she cries, screams and pleads. A waterfall of tears and “no,no,no!” fall from her as she watches her sister get decapitated.
That opens the floodgates.
Everyone is looking closer at the footage and, sure enough, names start pouring from their mouths covered in disbelief
“Susie?! Oh dear, it’s Suzie! Oh, I can’t look.”
“ALAN! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! I TOLD YOU ALL THAT RAGE YOU HAD WOULD FUCK YOU OVER ONE DAY AND—WAIT NO NO NO YOU IDIOT YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?! YOU CAN’T FIGHT THEM ALL BY YOURSE—” a sob, full of indignation and a sorrow that ran deep. “you asshole, why you always getting into fights you cannot win? Didn’t our time in college teach you anything?”
“Bobby? Our neighbor Bobby? What is he doing down the—OH GOD PLEASE ONE STAB WAS ENOUGH WHY DO YOU KEEP STABBING HIM?? STOP STOP”
“Dad? Dad?! DAD!! GET OUT OF THERE DAD THEY ARE BEHIND—”
“My cousin Edgar! I mean he was pretty greedy when he was alive but—” *Edgar gets decapitated* “….I’m gonna be sick”
“MAMA, MAMA” *sobs* “PLEASE NOT MY MAMA”
And it keeps going and going and going and soon enough half of heaven is in shambles with grief. Their loved ones, already condemned to eternal darkness, hunted down like beasts.
And Emily (poor young, black and white thinking, well meaning Emily) tries to cheer them up!
“There is no longer reason for sorrow my friends for the exterminations are no more. Since a sinner has been redeemed we have decided to start anew and work into building a better futu—”
“What do you mean by ‘a sinner was been redeemed?” Interrupts a voice from the middle of the crowd.
All winner’s eyes fall on Emily, a graveyard silence taking over the foyer. There is a pressure on their gaze, a heaviness built on grief and disbelief so potent it can be felt outside by the bystanders on the side walk.
Emily, poor Emily, under all that pressure, that heavy scrutiny from faces she has never seen even a frown on in all the years she has know them (and she does, personally, know all of them) stumbles:
“W-well, a sinner recently has atoned for his sin a-and has earned his place in heaven! Yes, that’s right! He is one of us now! Isn’t that great news?!”
She hoped this news would lift the mood. A light of hope to drown out the this darkening sorrow.
It’s doesn’t work, because of course it wouldn’t and Emily is about to learn that sometimes a good thing doesn’t erase what came before it.
“Who is this man? What sin did he atone for?” A winner with red glistening eyes who stands close to the screen that still plays the image of his daughter’s corpse being thrown in a pile shoulder high asks, his voice nearly gone.
Sir Pentious slowly slithers towards the front, hat in his hands.
He introduces himself, tell them his story, tell them his sin. He tells them how his redemption came to be.
At the end he bows and finishes his tale with:
“And… I’m sorry for being the first redeemed after so long. It’s very cold comfort, I know, but is true from my heart.”
The angels look at him in confusion. Why would he feel sorry?
Then the accusations start.
At the angels, the exorcist’s army.
Did my sister deserve to die again for the crime of stealing to keep us warm and feed? I know her from birth to death and that is the only sin she has ever committed so did she? DID SHE???
Mama was a killer, yes, but what could she have done? Father was violent and vile and she was desperate. She was defending us! Mama’s wrath was my salvation from a worse fate in his hands, why should she suffer more for it?
Silva was a piece of shit his whole life and I washed my hands on him long ago but tell me: why does his brother Pedro deserve the same punishment as him when his only crime was loving his twin too much to ever give up on him and hand him over to the authorities? It’s omission a equal crime to goddamn gang violence??? I thought he had already payed for that by getting killed thanks to his brother, I thought that was karma enough.
My cousin deserved to die twice because he was greedy in life?? Is that what you are telling me?! He was a shopkeeper! He had 3 jobs. We both grew up in poverty! I always thought he should relax a little and be less of a Scrooge with his money but outside of that he was a pretty decent dude. Are you telling me THAT not only can get you in hell but also qualify you for a spear piercing your back?!?!
And the questions and accusations keep on going and going. Furious people, heartbroken people, all off them sharing the sins of their loved ones. Some, they agree, are nearly impossible to redeem but most of them they all believe could have been able to move forward. To be given a second chance.
One sentiment is clear among the people:
Why did you measure every sin as if it weighed the same?
And Sera can’t answer that.
The more she listens to the winner’s stories the more her guilty builds.
“You lot didn’t even verify what exactly each sinner did before giving the sentence, did you?” Said the doe lady on the front, her eyes glued on the screen. The sorrow and the static on her voice making the others quiet down to listen.
“You simply saw a group you didn’t like and took any opportunity that presented itself to eliminate them from your sight. Pure and simple.”
She didn’t look or listen as Sera tried to answer her accusation as she was looking for someone.
At first the the contents on the screen had horrified her but she hadn’t payed close enough attention to the sinner’s features, their faces.
Her eyes searched, searched. Where is he, where is her baby, her darling? He hadn’t appeared in heaven no matter how many years she had waited so he must be down there. Learning what he did to get down there was irrelevant, a second thought. All she cared about right now was if she would be among the lucky ones in the crowd who saw their loved ones flee to see another day or…
There he is. Dead, DEAD HER BABY IS DEAD
On a rooftop fighting with all his might against Adam of all people. Wanting to live, to keep going on and now she can’t even send him a letter, can’t even hope to ever see him again because he was DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! KILLED LIKE A DEER IN A BUTCHER SHOP
There was a smile on his face as he fought. As he fell.
(“Oh, my darling. Listen to mama: even if they take everything from you, they cannot take away your smile. Wear it as a badge of honor and hide your doubts and fears behind it so no one can use it against you and one day you will smile confidently enough that it will become real and you will be able to accomplish marvelous things”
Her little boy snuggled closer in her arms, his frown and tears breaking her heart. A day of mean jokes and kicks and jabs to his clothes, his hair, his skin just to arrive home to find her husband in a drunken rage.
She took the brunt of his tender care, keeping his attention away from her already bruised boy, to her little boy’s absolute distress.
If it would spare her baby this extra pain (the only pain she could keep him from) she would do it a hundred times over.
“So do it for me, Alastor. Smile. You are never fully dressed without one.”
The little weight in her arms sniffed. Angling his face to look at her, a small, barely there smile was half formed on his tiny face.
She kissed his little nose, turning that smile in a more genuine one as he giggled.
“That’s all I ask of you baby”)
The static around her was probably getting unbearable but she didn’t quite care.
She missed whatever discussion was going on between Emily, Sera, Abel for some reason and the rest of the winners
(Funny enough she didn’t see Lute anywhere.
She tuned back in, confident in the fact that she could catch up with what was said when she listened to the recording of the broadcast she started at the beginning of this whole debacle.
If it was up to her (and it was) she would be repeating that broadcast until Sera’s ears bleed She ordered her son killed, he was Dead DEAD DEAD HER DARLING ALASTOR WAS DEAD! ANY CHANCE OF REDEMPTION TAKEN FROM HIM, ANY CHANCE OF SEEING HER AGAING EVEN IF HE DIDNT GET REDEEMED VOID BECAUSE HE WAS DEAD
She heard something along the lines of Hell having declared war and she laughed.
The voices in the foyer died down but she kept on laughing and laughing and laughing.
“And who we have to blame if not you, Sera?” She looked a dumbstruck Sera in the eyes. Her voice was being carried to all of heaven. Every citizen turned fully to their radios as the broadcast took a turn and the host began her closing remarks.
There was grief in her eyes and a smile on her face.
“You truly thought they would accept being butchered for nearly a decade laying down? A war is the least you should be expecting from them.”
“It was… an honest mistake—”
“HONEST MISTAKE??? is that how you are justifying this?? I thought murder was a sin, Sera.” She stalked closer to the seraphim. She couldn’t care less if Sera was three times her size or if she could smite her with a blink. Her son was dead, she was more than allowed a little reckless rage. “I thought seeing a crime and doing nothing to stop it—” she pointed her microphone cane at poor Ser Pentious who, curiously enough, was looking at her like he saw a ghost. “—was a sin, Sera!”
And Sera had the gall to stand there speechless. Her son was dead and the one who ordered it had nothing to say.
“If they do indeed start a war against us, don’t you expect me to lift a finger to help you lot. You will be lucky if I don’t open the gates for them myself.”
And she walked away, almost all of the winners following her lead, none of them contradicting her threat.
Hell declaring war was now second in the angels minds as the very real possibility of rebellion in Heaven solidified itself.