i’m doing this one in shitty greentext format because i think it’s funnier that way
ANNIE LORE (ANGELVERSE)
>be me
>be the angel of retribution
>act as an executioner in countless heavenly wars and for multiple equally terrible political regimes (against my will and with no other options because i was created for this sole purpose but it doesn’t really make any difference)
>basically i’m a celestial war criminal
>hate my job
>hate my boss
>hate my life
>throw myself from the spires of the republic of heaven in a fit of despair and guilty self loathing after 600 years of this shit
>don’t die
>decide to live as much like a human as a 600 year old immortal eldritch abomination wearing the human meatsuit of a corpse i scraped out of a dumpster can
>one day after a bad night of performing vigilante justice (since i’m still the angel of retribution and compelled to protect and aid those who were wronged) i go to the desert to give my body a break and stretch out my True Form a bit (this is a normal weekend for me)
>this really crossfaded dude who came out to stargaze stumbles across my corpse
>ohshit.jpg
>freak out on him because i’m traumatized and have very poor experience with people respecting my boundaries and consent and am scared of him messing with my corpse
>he asks me if i’m god
>bruh moment
>end up stargazing with the guy and sharing his weed
>he’s actually pretty cool
>arrange to hang out again
>start to become friends
>start to develop a crush on him
>find out he’s engaged
>find out he’s in a cult
>find out he’s being possessed by another fallen angel who the cult worships and who torments him for his own sick amusement
>i’d still hit though
>realize i’d totally die for him too
>he’s going to be sacrificed at his own wedding so that’s actually a likely possibility
>FML
i’m doing this one in shitty greentext format because i think it’s funnier that way
ANNIE LORE (ANGELVERSE)
>be me
>be the angel of retribution
>act as an executioner in countless heavenly wars and for multiple equally terrible political regimes (against my will and with no other options because i was created for this sole purpose but it doesn’t really make any difference)
>basically i’m a celestial war criminal
>hate my job
>hate my boss
>hate my life
>throw myself from the spires of the republic of heaven in a fit of despair and guilty self loathing after 600 years of this shit
>don’t die
>decide to live as much like a human as a 600 year old immortal eldritch abomination wearing the human meatsuit of a corpse i scraped out of a dumpster can
>one day after a bad night of performing vigilante justice (since i’m still the angel of retribution and compelled to protect and aid those who were wronged) i go to the desert to give my body a break and stretch out my True Form a bit (this is a normal weekend for me)
>this really crossfaded dude who came out to stargaze stumbles across my corpse
>ohshit.jpg
>freak out on him because i’m traumatized and have very poor experience with people respecting my boundaries and consent and am scared of him messing with my corpse
>he asks me if i’m god
>bruh moment
>end up stargazing with the guy and sharing his weed
>he’s actually pretty cool
>arrange to hang out again
>start to become friends
>start to develop a crush on him
>find out he’s engaged
>find out he’s in a cult
>find out he’s being possessed by another fallen angel who the cult worships and who torments him for his own sick amusement
>i’d still hit though
>realize i’d totally die for him too
>he’s going to be sacrificed at his own wedding so that’s actually a likely possibility
>FML