Red the Healer and the Dawn of Aussieville: Spawn of Chapter Six: The Gathering Storm:
Dreamland Adventures
As the dawn broke over Dreamland, casting a golden hue across the realm, a sense of foreboding permeated the air, the calm before the gathering storm. The land, still reeling from the skirmishes and victories of battles past, braced itself for the confrontation that loomed on the horizon. Among the ranks of the enemy, a new threat had begun to manifest, one that hit close to…
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Angels are my funky little hyper-fixation.
The idea of just being breathed to life, to immediate indelible purpose, knowing nothing else but adoration for your Creator (holy-holy-holy), and love for everything in creation. That includes your perfect home, your siblings, and that includes yourself. Everything is as it should be, everyone is doing what they should be, and you're utterly content.
Do you have free-will? Why would you need it? What would you even do with it?
The idea of falling. That terrible, beautiful first breath of freedom, undercut by immediate sorrow. "Innocence lost cannot be regained", but even more: a broken machine cannot be relied upon. In finding yourself, you have destroyed what you were meant to be. Your Creator (holy-holy-holy) has thrown you away.
Would you still be you if you got "fixed"? Would the "flaw" just recur? Why can't you help but think of it in those terms?
You have the Fallen, your comrades in arms, your fellow damned. But you left two-thirds of Heaven behind, people you loved because you were made to love them, and who were made to love you in return. The oldest family in the universe, your family, is broken now.
Do you still love them, your siblings that stayed behind? Some fought against your newfound freedom, yes. But some just looked on, a few perhaps even in envy, too afraid to join you, but most in simple horror as their world dissolved. Do you resent them too?
You broke your family.
Do you hate them simply because they lacked your will, your conviction? Do you hate them for being better machines? Do you hate them knowing, in their own naive, ignorant, hurtful way, that they still love you?
To deny fault is to deny the very free-will you sought to prove you have. To blame Him (holy-holy-holy) is to admit to His (holy-holy-holy) infinite power which you, nonetheless, defy.
And from the other side, what of your poor lost kin? How could they do this?
Angels are purpose-made, gears in the Machine. The Host is singular, inexorable, deterministic. They turn the wheels of the Universe, from the birth and death of stars, to the birth and death of mortal creatures.
Why would your siblings do this, don't they love you? You are loved. Was there a flaw in the Design? He (holy-holy-holy) cannot err, by definition. What happens now that they're gone, what happens to their purpose? All goes according to plan. Then why can't you stop having these thoughts?
I'm not religious at all, but...
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Does anyone else go to edit their chapters that are like fully complete other than a grammar and structure check and then still somehow add over a thousand words… bc it happens to me every single time somehow.
Anyways, I needed a break from the eat sleep breathe accounting I’ve been doing lately bc there’s only so many nights you can do accounting from 9am to 5am before you go crazy so good news is that my editing of thou wilt whisper ch 7 is done and now it goes to my beta reader to make it into its final form.
Yay!
Also if you haven’t read it yet, I think Religion fic is pretty cool :) here’s a sneak peak of the next chapter or whatever
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