Earth

I hacked down tree after tree, spell after spell, everything. I destroyed everything in my path. That was all I wanted-total destruction. Until I had it, I would keep going.

 

Why had he done that? Why had I done that? Now I would end up in hell, or worse. He would get away. He was dead. I hated him for that. He could kill himself. Completely. I couldn't. Because of the gift. So all I could do was wait to be transported to hell, to experience everlasting pain for the next one hundred years or so. I hated everyone because that was the trial I awaited.

 

I hated the pure angels. They seemed to be our guardians, our lovers, but in fact they were hostile and deadly. They were almost as bad as Lucifer and his angels. The wicked angels. They themselves were deadly but in a wicked way. And they were a lot easier to hate. Because they were wicked. And they fought for bad. But I preferred them to pure angels. They had no rules.

 

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