That makes it harder to explain. [Slowly he wanders over to one of the pylons and half-sits on the edge, one foot touching the ground.]
All of the Host call one another brother or sister. We're made to care about one another. Unfortunately, we're also made to fight. After a while, I noticed we were doing a lot of fighting amongst ourselves. Killing one another.
The grand plan of Creation, according to the orders that filtered down from the archangels--from God, or so we thought--was for an end to the fighting on the earth. No one seemed to have a good plan to end the conflict in Heaven. The best answer anyone could give me was that once Michael had defeated Lucifer for good, there would be no more to argue about. The more of us died, though, the less I believed that.
I decided if the plan was to watch my siblings kill each other until either dissension was stamped out or there was no one left to dissent, then fuck it.
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All of the Host call one another brother or sister. We're made to care about one another. Unfortunately, we're also made to fight. After a while, I noticed we were doing a lot of fighting amongst ourselves. Killing one another.
The grand plan of Creation, according to the orders that filtered down from the archangels--from God, or so we thought--was for an end to the fighting on the earth. No one seemed to have a good plan to end the conflict in Heaven. The best answer anyone could give me was that once Michael had defeated Lucifer for good, there would be no more to argue about. The more of us died, though, the less I believed that.
I decided if the plan was to watch my siblings kill each other until either dissension was stamped out or there was no one left to dissent, then fuck it.