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None of the characters in the story represent the streamers in real life in any way.
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They say God is the ultimate being. The most powerful entity in the universe. Everyone believed in God's divine power -- God punished those unworthy, and blessed those who deserved it. Everyone worshipped God.
But Enna doesn't believe God should exist.
She thought that, as she lay on the ground with the weight of the world on her back; pinned down by God himself. She writhed under his grasp, unable to stop the unholy purge playing out before her.
Millie looked at her from where she lay on the ground, her eyes filled with fear and unspoken words addressed to her. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she screamed in pain, other angels around her forcing her down with their celestial spears.
"We must purge the harbinger of calamity." The ethereal voice of an angel speaks in a disgustingly calm tone.
Millie screamed again as a thousand hot iron rods pierced through her body. Enna struggled to break free. She calls Millie's name.
"The punishment for the sin must be delivered."
The angels standing by watch, as God punishes the unworthy.
"Millie!"
Angels surround the witch in question, blocking Enna's view of her. She flapped her wings as hard as she could to break free, but no one could overpower God.
"Let me go!"
"Sinners must be punished."
"No! She isn't a sinner! Please! Let her go!" Enna tried pleading with God. Millie screamed again.
Through a partition amongst the horde of angels gathered around her friend, Enna could see Millie still looking at her, pleading with watery eyes.
"The unworthy..."
"Millie!"
Enna struggled, as much as she could. She could feel the enchanted mechanical parts of her prosthetic wing slowly fall apart. She didn't care.
The angels surround her again, leaving nothing to see anymore.
But Enna could see. She could hear. She could feel her friend's pain.
"Please! Take me instead! Don't hurt her, please!" Enna cried, her voice hoarse.
"Millie!"
The witch's hands grip the mystical bounds around her throat, nails scratching at them as she choked, struggling to breathe. Broken words came out in coughs as she begged them to let her free.
Those blue eyes turned to her one last time.
And then it stopped. The world went quiet. Her legs that were struggling for release fell limp. Her hands fell to the side.
Enna felt her other half no more.
Angels parted to give her way. The massive force crushing her released – so much was cruel, and she stumbled and ran up to the one thing that gave her reason in this pathetic life.
Who lay still on the ground, eyes closed in an almost peaceful slumber, if it weren't for the red marks around her throat. She lifted up her friend in her arms, cupping her face into her neck.
"Millie..."
Her friend did not respond.
"Babu…" Enna's voice cracked, pressing her chapped lips to Millie's pale, cold forehead. She wrapped her arms around her tighter, squeezing for warmth.
"Babu… please… please…" She sobbed.
Her chest did not move, her eyelashes did not brush, no air escaped her lungs. Her heart did not beat.
Enna let all hell loose on earth.
She opened her mouth, and sang, a wretched, horrifying tune.
Her powers unleashed. Gold spikes flew out her back and into the throats of the angels. They gasped and choked on their own blood.
They wouldn't die, they were angels after all. Their pain was incomparable to Millie's. But they felt it – her wrath, her torture.
Enna stared up in fury at the sky with golden tears running down her cheeks.
She looped her arms under her knees and shoulders, and with little effort, picked up her best friend. Millie's motionless head lolled back from the movement, but she made no move to correct herself.
Because she was dead.
Enna craned her head to look at the closed, sunken eyes, deep red gashes with now dried blood running up her neck to her round cheeks, no longer the rosy pink they always were. Her mouth no longer held that smug, familiar smirk. Old burn marks had started to reappear from when she had once been saved by Lucie from the stake. And now that her bond was severed, her pet was banished from the three worlds.
She was a carcass, and her Millie was gone.
Cries of pain echoed around her, celestial voices wailing in agony. Enna relished it.
She spread out her wings, three pairs of pristine white glimmering in the light. She felt the stretch, and felt the splatter as she shielded herself and the deceased in her arms from the blood of her wrongdoers. She wouldn't let a drop of their sinful liquid touch her friend.
She spread her wings, and took off. They flapped with power surging through them as she cradled Millie's body, glowering down at the misery below from the crimson sky. She was an angel, but she looked nothing short of a devil.
She didn't care. She was drenched in the blood of her fellow angels, but she didn't care. The angels screamed in agony around her, but she didn't care. Millie still lay limp in her arms, unmoving. Nothing would bring her back, nothing would make those blue eyes she loved so dearly ever open again. The crimson clouds parted and Enna looked up at the golden glow in the sky.
"God, huh?" She looked down at her ever so innocent friend, then back at the sky with nothing but pure hatred. She knew he could hear her.
"You are unworthy."
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