Snippet... Monday.
Have a snippet from Angry Bitter Angel:
"Oh, blah blah blah." Ralesh perched on the headboard. "Don't you get tired of that shtick, Nachi? They never listen."
"Sometimes they do." Sure they do, a traitorous voice whispered in my head. They listen to angels not you. Because you are a failure and a screwup.
"I am not." I didn't even realize I'd said it aloud until Ralesh raised an eyebrow. I tightened my jaw and stared between my boots. "Leave be, Ralesh. I don't want to talk about it."
"Something's clearly bugging you, Nachi. Why don't you tell your big brother what it is? You know--" Ralesh's voice was casual. "It's not like Ereziel not to notice when something's bothering one of his underlings. Or, maybe he did notice and sent you down to a difficult assignment anyway. Gal was pretty broken up, you know."
"Galiel's not exactly experienced with Charges like this." And you are, that voice whispered again. What does it say about you that someone like Gerald is all you get anymore? "Someone had to come, and it fell to me." My chin came up. "And I'm glad to do it. I'm glad to do Father's Will and help His people see their way. It's a noble calling and I'm doing good work."
Ralesh snorted. "You just keep telling yourself that--while you watch your Charges traipse merrily off to Hell. Very noble."
"Nobler than what you're doing, Ral. I might not be able to stop them traipsing to Hell, but you're the one giving them an active push. All in the name of sharing the misery." My mouth turned down. "Does it make you feel better? What do you gain by hurting Father's people? You're still just as wretched."
Ralesh's lips twisted in a snarl. "Sharing the misery is enough. You don't know what it's like. Pray you never do."
"I wouldn't follow the Morningstar and his preposterous rantings on a bet, brother. Why a third of you did is a question for the ages. Were you really so oppressed? Was Father's love not enough?"
Ralesh spat. "He doesn't love us, or you. He loves them. These ridiculous meatsacks, so easily led by their desires and their baser instincts. Serve them? I'd sooner be Fallen."
"And so you are, Ralesh."
I dearly love this story...
"Oh, blah blah blah." Ralesh perched on the headboard. "Don't you get tired of that shtick, Nachi? They never listen."
"Sometimes they do." Sure they do, a traitorous voice whispered in my head. They listen to angels not you. Because you are a failure and a screwup.
"I am not." I didn't even realize I'd said it aloud until Ralesh raised an eyebrow. I tightened my jaw and stared between my boots. "Leave be, Ralesh. I don't want to talk about it."
"Something's clearly bugging you, Nachi. Why don't you tell your big brother what it is? You know--" Ralesh's voice was casual. "It's not like Ereziel not to notice when something's bothering one of his underlings. Or, maybe he did notice and sent you down to a difficult assignment anyway. Gal was pretty broken up, you know."
"Galiel's not exactly experienced with Charges like this." And you are, that voice whispered again. What does it say about you that someone like Gerald is all you get anymore? "Someone had to come, and it fell to me." My chin came up. "And I'm glad to do it. I'm glad to do Father's Will and help His people see their way. It's a noble calling and I'm doing good work."
Ralesh snorted. "You just keep telling yourself that--while you watch your Charges traipse merrily off to Hell. Very noble."
"Nobler than what you're doing, Ral. I might not be able to stop them traipsing to Hell, but you're the one giving them an active push. All in the name of sharing the misery." My mouth turned down. "Does it make you feel better? What do you gain by hurting Father's people? You're still just as wretched."
Ralesh's lips twisted in a snarl. "Sharing the misery is enough. You don't know what it's like. Pray you never do."
"I wouldn't follow the Morningstar and his preposterous rantings on a bet, brother. Why a third of you did is a question for the ages. Were you really so oppressed? Was Father's love not enough?"
Ralesh spat. "He doesn't love us, or you. He loves them. These ridiculous meatsacks, so easily led by their desires and their baser instincts. Serve them? I'd sooner be Fallen."
"And so you are, Ralesh."
I dearly love this story...