Open your eyes, and find comfort in this new destination of yours.
Welcome, fallen one. Your expression leaves little doubt about your confusion. You have questions, concerns, and curses in reserve. Yes, we know all about you. Your vices glow just as bright as your virtues but your selflessness we are not concerned. Those thoughts you believed safe from judgment – since they were never acted upon – were disrupting enough to catch His attention. These disruptions, we see potential we can use to further His cause, to have our own dark materials.
What’s this? You shake your head and damn His ideals as though you are a hero deserving that some kind of wonderful from high above? You believe yourself radiant enough to cast away all shadows from the world. Do not hide from yourself. Deep inside your heart lies a persona you wish could be unleashed, but fear of the consequences keeps it shut in. You desire pleasure even if varied in its disguises. To be challenged, to be center of attention. To succeed where others failed. To impress with your reaction time. To protect that which is the precious weaker and to kill those who think you unworthy. Give into excess and project your other truth onto the masses. Show them your silence was only a build up. And when silence is broken your echo will conquer all.
So you’ve decided to become instrument to higher kind? Do not think since you’ve devoted yourself to atrocities in His name that you will be regulated to cannon fodder. If we wanted it so, He wouldn’t have sent me to instruct you.
So let us begin.
Those screams you hear – the agony, the fear, the hate – they are the cries of thousands and thousands of Dead, tightly packed in the formation of a giant sphere. The ones toward the center can do nothing but inhale the stench of compact. The ones decomposing the outer layer can reach out and touch faith – at least they think they can. They can tear each other apart hoping to escape the prison that has no bars, but our powers here in darkness always keep the Dead clustered in the Sphere’s influence.
And here are His Spheres. It’s your destination to protect them.
We have many like you. Though they tore the feathers from your wings we have our own devices that allow us flight. It takes time to get used to the implants, but for now, you will have a Demon to control. Recently we have noticed Angels do not attack Demons directly anymore; they go straight for the Spheres. And even when they destroy a Sphere, they sheath their weapons and fly back to Paradise. They leave us to our failure in the belief that our inadequacies will pierce far deeper than swords. It isn’t enough that we win this war during this cycle. We need to show our enemies exactly what returning the favor can do.
I have no doubts that when I assign you a Demon and leave, you will immediately be attacked by Angels. Given the wealth of players in this war, and your untested worth, you will be greeted an Angel a time. Most likely your first will be just like you – fresh from the Gates, unwavering in devotion yet unsteady in grip.
The Angels will be relentless in delivery of their truth. Make certain yours is louder.