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Heaven didn’t like Purity.
Purity, yet an elegant one, was reckless, childish, misguided, disobedient and rude. She had no care for rules, and would often cause trouble around heaven. Not many Angels liked Purity, for she would find a way to make Heaven a little more Hellish each day. She was out of line and would not listen, no matter what was happening.
Purity didn’t like Heaven.
Heaven, claiming to be a paradise, was controlling, oppressing, cruel, miserable, and annoying. Angels of Heaven would often force rules down her throat, force her to behave a certain way she clearly was uncomfortable with. Even her caretakers, “Mother” and “Father” as they were titled, often told her to “Just survive the day.” That there was simply no use fighting the higher Angels, since they would always have the last word.
Purity did not accept that.
She instead, chose to rebel.
Much to her caretaker’s pleas to behave, she would often go against whatever she was commanded, just to piss off anyone trying to control her.
Purity was also malicious. While never acting on her thoughts, she wasn’t proud to admit how many times the thought of seeing heaven fall crossed her mind, how many times she would think about how she would dismembered an angel who stood in her way. How she could gut her kind. How she could make Darkness replace Light for eternity.
It did not help that Purity was cursed with healing abilities. A light orb, she could summon. Gifting Energy and Health to anyone near it. After summoning it, Purity would always get so, so tired that she felt as though she could collapse. Helping others made her sick, literally. People often bothered Purity for her abilities. It would only make the malicious thoughts grow.
Sometimes she got physically beside verbal. Now, Purity wasn’t an Idiot. She would not try to hurt any angel in a serious way. That’s one way ticket straight down to Hell. But there were times Purity would lose her temper and perhaps push a few angels or break some things here and there.
But oh well, what’s a few broken wings and hearts, right?
Others didn’t agree.
She didn’t care for their disagreement.
And so, she would sin, and sin, and sin.
Until she couldn’t sin anymore.
Tending to flowers one day, God approached Purity. He told her, He has been observing her. He has heard of her actions, and wanted to see how far it would go before it became unacceptable. Seems like, He and the Angels had enough.
Judgement days.
Feared by many. An awful day where God and his followers would have to decide whether a certain being was Pure or Filthy.
It was rare to be judged twice.
Purity was one of the rare cases.
And despite an underlying sense of fear, She stood unfazed as God went on and on about her and what she has done.
She has to admit, she did try to reason here and there, begging ASKING God to really think about it. But to no avail.
All she could remember afterward now was a bright light, the feeling of the air as she fell, and then lying on uncomfortable ground, surrounded by flowers beneath her and on her. It was a peaceful slumber, until Purity rose. Skin itching with the Banishment Curse of Pain. She sat next to her once holy sword, now a dark and sharp object. Reaching to take it, she would catch a view of her hands. Once a beautiful shade of milky white, Replaced by blackened ones. Claws instead of her fingers, a disgusting smell of Ash and Dirt dirtied her. Standing up through her pain once she heard footsteps, she would take notice of her clothes. They were not the same comfortable and casual white-yellow dress she wore, but a white robe, a part of it sticking to her neck while the other side dipped, showing her shoulder. Her shoes now surprisingly elegant and white. Her hair whitened from her beautiful Sunray yellow, however keeping its length and messiness. Her wings, the top now black, the bottom white Instead of her fully clean white feathers.
Attempting to move them put fallen into another sort of hell, so she decided to keep them properly tucked in, sticking to her back. Unfortunately, their size doubled, end of them sharp while they had a round shape. Tucking them away would not be easy.
Purity had other things to worry about.
Like the glitchy pink-purple creature running toward her while looking back to the other creatures behind it.
“Found em!” She would call out, voice loud and sharp, with a smile seemingly bright as she would turn back and somehow already appear in front of Purity.
The creature had no eyes, just a big mouth with sharp teeth, it seemed to wear a crown, the rest of its body hidden by the colorful glitches.
“Don’t you look pure…” she would mock, circling Purity with a hint of curiosity, excitement, and annoyance. “A new eviler… I assume.” It would mutter as it stopped the circling, the other … “evilers” appearing.
“So this.” Another creature, appearance similar to a Robot, with antlers on his head, a crown, and his two colored body, a hole on his left side of his chest, a beating, seemingly on fire heart visible. He pointed at purity, a look of annoyance. “Is the cause of that… loud-ass noise.”
“Apparently.” The Glitch, purity decided to refer to it like that for now, Hummed. its smile never leaving its face.
She turned to the Robot, bouncing on her feet impatiently. “Isn’t this exciting, Corvex…? another one! Which means more violence!” She barked a laugh, as the Robot stared with an unimpressed look.
The Glitch gave no care as it continued speaking “Another killer during one bounce, Another potential teammate during double trouble! More bloodshed! Oh this is just great!” It rambled excitedly. “Ugh, I guess you got a point.” the Robot agreed, a hand on its hip lazily. “As long as those damn robloxians suffer, I don’t care.”
“Racist!” The Glitch commented with a giggle, and the robot just gave a smile at that.
Ignoring that. Another eviler approached Purity, seemingly more calmer than the glitch.
His body structure seemed similar to a robloxian’s, his entire body covered in purplish stone, a purple glow on the place where his eyes are meant to be, the rest of his face not visible. His bones seemed to stick out of his body.
“Name?” he signed slowly, almost tiredly.
Thanks to being an angel, purity was forced to learn all sorts of languages, including sign language.
Attempting to speak, purity noticed her voice was not the same soft-spoken yet lively one it used to be, but instead a dry quieter one. No longer pretty, but instead monstrous.
Shame got her to shut up.
And silence followed.
“Maybe they don’t got a name?” The Glitch playfully suggested, already bored.
“You seem like an angel… but you’re so… unholy.” It deadpanned. “So you CAN’T be one.” It thought out loud. “Have you perhaps fallen? It would explain the noise!”
The Glitch was smarter than Purity assumed.
“Let’s call you… Fallen!” She giggled happily.
“That is… so, SO uncreative!” The Robot groaned, already getting fed up with the Glitch. “Who cares!!! At least it’s better than nothing.” It stuck its tongue out at the Robot, who just rolled its eyes.
Fallen…
Purity assumed that was more accurate than … “Purity.”
Then again, Purity wasn’t even her actual name, was it.
Sure.
Fallen it is.
Fallen gave a nod, which seemed to satisfy the Evilers.
“Well, Fallen… im Xyra!” The glitch- Xyra gave a sharp grin, showing off all her teeth.
“Call me Corvex. The ORIGINAL Killer machine developed by the one and only Karst Company! Which means I’m automatically better than all of… these …here!” The robot- Corvex gave a small wave as it spoke highly of itself, Xyra growling in annoyance at its ego.
“Shale.” the Stone guy- Shale signed with a nod.
“That over there is Template! It hates company, don’t talk to it!” Xyra pointed at a tall figure with a black sphere head and a bright white ring around it, its torso white and its limbs black as it stared silently at the others, specifically Fallen. “They only really came out here out of curiosity, they don’t care for any of this!”
“And we also have another eviler called Monater, but it only appears during its own round, so we don’t see it often!” Xyra shrugged as it rambled and Corvex just sighed
“Can we go back to the lobby already? This is awfully boring, and we need to prepare for the upcoming round! Losing would be embarrassing!” Corvex complained, its voice laced with irritation.
“Good idea.” Shale agreed, not being able to finish signing as Corvex already turned around and moved.
Xyra giggled as it jumped up high and moved through the trees and obstacles effortlessly.
Template seemingly already left after Xyra pointed it out.
Shale gestured for Fallen to follow him and Fallen did so, The two leaving together.
Who knew acting on your malicious thoughts was so fun?
Using her unholy blade, she sliced through the unfortunate souls, seeing them beg and cry before eventually losing consciousness. Her orb, once a being of light, now pure darkness. Floating and sucking the energy and health out of anyone coming near it, redirecting that toward Fallen. It made existing with the Curse a little more bearable during rounds.
Cornering and trapping survivors were Fallen’s favorite, that delicious look of fear on their face once they realised they’re stuck was always so funny.
Oh.
The blood of the survivors dirtied Fallen as she won yet another round.
She didn’t even realise she finished.
How nice.
She could get used to this.
The rounds. The killing.
It was… fun. Freeing.
Heaven abandoned Fallen.
Fallen wished to see Heaven fall.