Embrace Loneliness, Bare Hatred, Seek Repentence

[Felix Falora]

(Music For The Occasion
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzD-Q5UjONM
This music sounds so sad, but at the same time, insane... just like Felix.)

When he landed, a storm had hit Void City. The sound of thunder filled the skies and rain was pouring, covering the concrete grounds and streets with water that would drain down into the sewers through grates strategically placed to prevent flooding. Where he landed, however, was a danger zone, yet he didn't care, especially in his current situation. It was all over. His anger had washed over him and he had ruined everything. Then, the worst part... he forgot why he had even done all that horrible stuff in the first place. It had all been for Edd. It had been to try and protect him, but it had been out of jealousy and foolishness. Then the anger... the shame... it had all been too much for him and, in his loss of self, he had insulted the one who had given him everything. He was stripped of it all. Friends, love, companionship, loyalty, compassion, kindness, everything that had made him who he was. It was all lost in that one moment, leaving nothing more then an empty shell and a monster that deserved to die.

Staggering across the alleyways, he finally found himself falling to his knees and pounding the floor. Tears, concealed by the pain, were streaming down his face, but it was evident the way he was crying by the way he screamed. His crying was not the cliche movies used to make characters seem sexy. His eyes were getting all puffy and red like a child and he was snivelling like a child. "Please... somebody... tell me why... Why do I have to suffer this?!"

He was suddenly aware of a new shock of pain. His face felt crushed and he fell back. He was aware of a warm liquid running down his nose. By the texture and taste... it was blood. Lightning flashed and he ended up seeing the white-haired man who had made himself known time and time again as his lord and savior, his father, his creator, the mighty benevolent king. But God did not look peaceful now. No, the time for kindness was long past. Instead, he took on his persona from ages past. The ruler of the Old Testament could be seen here as God's eyes were full of hatred and rage. He bent down and picked Felix up by the throat, holding him in the air before slamming him into the wall. Before he could catch himself, another slam to the face, courtesy of God's almighty fist, sent him crashing back to the ground. He clutched himself, the pain overtaking him, but he was picked him again and slammed down once again. Then he was not even picked up. His face was stomped upon. Pain was upon him, yet it was not destruction. God wanted to teach him something. God was going to give him a chance for forgiveness or else it would've been over with.

But God didn't intend to make it so simple. "Why do you have to suffer? After all you've done, you have the gall to ask such a question?! You have betrayed me, Felix, and my word of love! Not only did your insubordination lead to the death of a fellow angel, but you could not even keep to the sole purpose of your defiance and insanity! You have severely wounded Edward, whose light is purest of all angels, and you have left him without hope! Need I remind you the only reason I let you stay here as Edwin's Guardian Angel when you earned your wings back was to be with him, Edward, the one you loved so much and gave your life for?!"

"Then let me give my life again!" Felix yelled. "I don't care. Everything... hurts. My mind... my soul... I hurt him... I HURT HIM! I DIDN'T WANT TO HURT HIM!" Felix picked himself up again and fell against the wall, his head slamming against it. "That was the only thing I cared about, the only thing I came to care for... And I failed! Now... even he... I'm all... I don't want to lose him! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE HIM! Please... please..."

"No Felix. For once, you have no chance. You will never get Edward back. You do not deserve his love. I'm fed up with you. All this time, you've gotten away with everything on a silver platter because you were my 'Chosen' one. Now... even I cannot overlook your actions. This is your punishment..." God sighed, facepalming. "How I want to say that and tell that to you, letting your heart rip apart as punishment... but it would go against my moral code and my ethnic being."

Felix looked up at God. "So... you'll..."

"I will do nothing except punish you," God said. "It will be up to you to seek forgiveness, but now it will not be so easy..." With that, God seemed to vanish, but his voice, now uncomprehendable to the human brain, yet ever heard by Felix, spoke with his actual omniscience and power. "I say to thee, Felix, that thou shalt never knowst love or companionship. Hate and scorn will follow thee from everywhere you go. As enemies assault thee, so too shall friend rebuke thee. You will be hated by all and loved by no one. Thou shalt learn to embarace loneliness and bare hatred. Thou shalt learn to be kind to those even when they bare ill will towards you. Only when you, Felix, can learn to love the world and all those that want you dead... that is the only time you will earn forgiveness."

"... ... ... I... accept the terms of your punishment," Felix said. "Nothing... matters... anymore... except getting Edward back."

"Then it is done," God said, and so it would be. "You know what you must do. And be warned that I will not help you. Should you fall and die, I will send you straight to Hell." With that, God vanished, leaving the empty shell of an angel to start his hard path towards forgiveness.

[Firebreath Fishslap]

To those unaware of Warren's true self, it would seem odd that a timid person such as himself would be in the back alleys during a rainstorm like this, especially when a demon like himself could sense the holy retribution about to descend upon the land. He saw the black winged angel land, and stayed far behind him as he staggered throughout the alleyways.

Warren had been far enough away when He descended. That oppressive presence was nothing but God himself. Warren closed one of his hands around the crucifix at his neck and cowered as God punished the black winged angel. He felt the weight over the area lift as He disappeared, and looked up at the sky, the rain splattering on his glasses. Then, he slowly walked out from behind the corner he was cowering behind toward Felix. It took him an agonizingly slow time to approach Felix, at times looking like he was going to run for it. Finally, he reached the fallen angel.

Warren didn't speak, but he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from Felix's face. His eyes were filled with fear, and after he wiped the blood off, he took a couple steps back.

A fallen angel... very dangerous, very bad, very dangerous, Lucifer, Satan, the Devil.... ooh, very bad, Warren thought to himself. But... he looks like he might have some money... and I'm so very hungry... and he looks easy to trick, too.

[gantzgun74]

From atop a railing overhead, one could have the perfect bird's-eye view of what had just happened.

That was just what Mandy had, who merely rolled her eyes at the sight of God otherwise kicking one of his own angels while he was down. Truthfully, she only half-listened to the scene; she was more concerned with checking over Grim's Scythe for for dings. The blade WAS becoming a bit dull. She'd have to visit some kind of special weapon smith pretty soon.

Looking back down, she was aware of the great father vanishing after everything was said and done. Truthfully, she did believe in God, seeing him in person only cemented the fact that he DID exist. However, she wasn't like those believers. What she wanted was so much more then God could ever give her.

To be Queen of the Underworld was her goal, and she had no time to be side-tracked...

... Still... The situation going on now could prove to be Nothing if not... Entertaining...

[Felix Falora]

Felix felt himself just lay there. The news was beginning to sink in. He had to face both of his fears. He had to be alone and everyone was going to hate him. He wanted to cry more, but that knowledge alone felt like coming full circle. He couldn't cry anymore. He had to accept it, to try and make himself worthy of Edward again. This was all his fault, he knew. He just wanted to protect Edward from the horrors of the world and yet he had become one of those horrors. Now, in order to come back, he had to suffer the fears he reacted out of. Strangely enough, that acted as a sort of repellent against the screaming he wanted to do, realizing what he had just accepted. Then a face wiped the blood of his face and he realized that he was not alone.

Sitting up, most likely causing the one by him to back away, his wings spread out, black-feathed, unholy, and he looked at the one that had wiped his face clean. It was a rather nice gesture, but he remembered what God had said. He was to suffer hatred from all sides. He would never know love until he learned to love those that hated him. So who was this to show him actual kindness? It made no sense.

[Firebreath Fishslap]

Warren took a few more quick steps away from the angel as he sat up and stretched his wings out. Those sinner's wings scared him, especially since his world didn't have these kind of angels. As far as he knew, angels were supposed to be God's servants. Falling was the worst sin an angel could commit.

He slowly approached Felix again before taking another couple steps back. Then, he looked up at the sky, and his eyes widened as he spotted a girl carrying a scythe on the top of the building. His mouth opened in a silent scream and he backed up against the wall once more, only continuing to stare up at Mandy some more.

[gantzgun74]

The girl appeared to care very little that she had spotted, but when Warren noticed him, it was likely Felix would've noticed her too. Lifting herself up, into a standing position on the Fire-escape, she looked down onto the scene with a raised eyebrow.

She probably would've let out a humorous chortle, if such a thing was in her character... Since it wasn't though, Her frown remained. "Tough week, I take it?"

Mandy didn't really care, but hey curiosity and all that.

[B gal]

"Blood bath, it's going to be a blood bath"
" 'Cause noone crosses GeneCo,"
"No, not even Repo."
"Would Felix ever win Eddward's love?"
"Damn, we're going to find out."
"At the opera."
"Stay tuned, the winner of this blood feud."
"Would take Geneco."

Dippy Riddler was sitting sideways on a nearby dumpster, twirling her cane around. Her classic ring leader outfit was now like a clothing version of the yin-yang symbol, her bow tie a similar shade to the angel of light's wings.

She hardly care less if anyone in these alleyways was paying attention to her right now or not, she just want to watched the events sprung out.

She was completely indifferent with Felix right now, but that's not saying much, as 95% of the time, she's indifferent with any person she's met.

Either way, she was going to watched the excitement happened. Damn, this city was going to be soooooooooooo much fun.

Though nearby, a female angel was hiding in the shadows, holding up a sword, a young girl looking no less than six right beside her.

[ryocker]

"Namia... I'm not really s-sure we should even be out here..."

"Now come on, Madeline, you know as well as me those Imps aren't going to stop eating everything in sight. You think I like having to shop when I look like a six year old with a pair of teeth missing?"

As Namia, her deseased sister Madeline hovering closely behind her, kept up the search for a store, they thought trying to take a shortcut would help with things. And that hasn't been a good plan so far.

"Well, I couldn't just pose as- EEP! It's a-a-a-a F-f-f-fa-fallen Angel...!" Madeline quietly weeped. she immediatly turned on her invisability and hid.

Namia's eyes gleamed at opportunity. "It is... Excuse me! Mister Angel!" Breaking out into a run, her smile didn't cease, even as she came close to Warren. The ghost behind her didn't like this, however, even as she flew behind reluctantly.

"Excuse me, mr. Black wings?" she asked, trying to keep up her act. "Are you alri-? AUGH!" Almost by some form of instinct, she fell down, her sympathy for him, however made up it was, somehow leaving her. Her eyes even grew bloodshot as it happened, small beads of sweat dripping down her forehead as she slowly lost her ability to hide her true self.

[42zombies]

"Hey. Need some help?"

The voice was friendly and calm. It came from a figure in the shadows, hiding just out of sight from Felix's point of view.

"You look like you could use a friend, Felix."

The young man stepped out from the shadows and approached Felix, a sincere smile on his face. He held out a hand to the fallen angel, though that didn't make this image any less strange.

The young man was Trump.

[B gal]

"Damn it, not this bastard again."

"Would you please keep quiet, we'll be spotted."

If anyone looked in the shadows, they'll get a better look at the two other people hiding in the shadows.

The first figure was a slender female teenage angel with long brown hair, black wings, blue eyes, pale skin and dresses in a short baggy red dress. In her hand was a red sword.

The second was a six year old girl with long blonde hair that went to her back, brown eyes, a gap in her teeth, light pink skin, and dressed in a semi-baggy pure black ski hat that covers the top of her head(though bangs do come out of the end of the hat), a purple jumper-dress that sleeves were a bit too big for her with white buckles and two pockets(one on the top, the other on her right side of the dress with a white chain coming out of it), red t-shirt, red long socks, and black sneaks with gray spikes at the end. She had two laser swords, one in each hand, a tattered brown teddy bear in her arm.

Dippy Riddler watched the events going on. Felix wasn't quite well aware of it, but he wasn't loved, even with the tender actions he thought they gotten.

Warren only wanted to trick him out of money. Mandy was just curious. Namia was only acting, but god somehow intervened. And Trump was luring him into a trap.

To be perfectly honest, the only ones around him that actually showed lack of fake sympathy was Madeline (who was invisible at the moment), Heaven, and Eddette (the last two were hiding in the shadows waiting for the right moment to strike).

It was a sick, twisted ironic karma put on the boy. And only Dip knew all about it, for now. And she felt a brawl coming sometime soon.

Still, she continued twirling her cane and whistled a show tune from a campy musical with dark undertones, not leaving her spot until called out and/or when the events were over.

[Felix Falora]

Felix grimaced. "What's with all the people?" he asked. "So many auras. Even the ones trying to hide... none of you can really care, so those of you who are pretending, stop it now and come out with your true desires. To those of you who are being honest, speak now and forever hold your peace."

"So this is where you are."

The familiar voice took Felix off guard and he turned as he saw a gray-winged Masahiro land behind him. He had not entirely fallen, but those wings represented misery and anguish. "You... you were supposed to be dead. Why aren't you dead?! What is all of this pain for if you're alive?!"

"Just more to add to your punishment then, you selfish fool. But hey, I came to congratulate you anyway. You wanted to ruin me, right? Well you've gotten your wish. I, too, have been cast away from the people that once loved me. So are you going to laugh? Are you going to revel in your triumph and gloat about your victory? Come on, Felix, here's your big chance to respond."

"You're here to kill me, aren't you?" Felix asked.

"If I killed you, I would only be more hated. No, Felix. I will not take your life. But I think it only fitting that your punishment be increased tenfold when I utterly destroy the very desecrated symbol of your angelic blood. You took away my love and companionship, so I'm going to take your wings." Masahiro drew his blade and stood in battle position, but only then did he notice everyone else. "Heh... what is this, a party?" he muttered.

[Firebreath Fishslap]

Warren was still cowering, especially as many, many others appeared. Mandy, and Trump, and the angel, and that bastard whore witch, all of them here to watch. And then.... then the grey winged angel appeared. Warren nearly ran away, but he was frozen in fear.

And then, Masahiro drew his blade. Warren's eyes widened, and he pushed himself between the two angels. If a fight happened here, they would all end up dead. Angels had no care for the helpless mortals in their wake when they fought. It was something Warren knew all too well. After all, he was a demon.

Warren was unable to speak, but he had a pleading expression on his face. He was practically screaming for them to stop arguing and stop fighting.

What am I, some compassionate human? Warren chided in his head. This isn't like me at all... well, if it gets the black winged one closer to me so I can steal his wallet....

[B gal]

Dippy Riddler stopped whistling when technically called out, and catched her spinning stick. She got off the trash can and stand nearby it.

She wasn't surprised when Masahiro arrived. Though, why would anyone be able to keep flying for a couple of days straight is anyone's guess.

She also wasn't surprised that Masahiro snapped from the events back at the house of blues, with the harsh yellings, the racist remark, and to add salt to the wound, his lover heard the whole thing, even have someone interpreted for him. Not that he knew about that last part.

When Eddette saw Masahiro draw a blade, she put a force field up, but didn't bother leaving her hiding place because she didn't want Trump to copy her powers again.

Heaven however, walked out of her hiding place with ease. The news her girlfriend told her on the day he left Edd was shocking. That made her anger of him grew. However, she heard every word God said. So, she won't kill him, even with her desire to. But that means he won't hurt him.

Dippy Riddler walked towards the two male angels. She decided to pros pone the feud.

"I suggested you two don't do this, my reason simple yet defiant."
"Your actions would cause the troll-bitch to rant about you two being violent."

She pointed at Trump, keeping a rather cool expression on. She could care less on the events that will happened later on. She just wanted to point out how predicable the little boy is.

She than tapped her stick on the demon between the two's head, not even bothering to look at him.

"If you want money, you sick demon fuck."
"I shalt you give some, at least 20 bucks."

She would tell Felix about all their true intentions, but she must keep God's punishment up somehow. But that doesn't mean she will make sure the demon won't get in the way of things.

She looked up at Masahiro. She decided to give him a piece of advice that won't make him fall off the edge of insanity, if he believed her.

"No, it's not a party, so take the extra company all in strive."
"And I know you think I'm crazy for saying this, but your boyfriend knows your still alive."

[42zombies]

With no warning, Trump jumped between Felix and Masahiro. "Now, Felix, maybe I am faking compassion; but it's better than what you'd get back home."

He smiled that toothy smile of his. "Your friends want you dead, Felix. They sent me to kill you." He chuckled. "Of course, I'm not going to; I'm just here to warn you that none of them are going to show you any mercy."

A sword appeared in Trump's hand. It looked like all of his creations-- organic, almost, but with hints of metal and glass. A single eye decorated the handle, darting back and forth in terror. Trump tossed the sword from hand to hand, playing with it almost.

"Right now, Felix, I'm the only friend you have!" Trump laughed.

[B gal]

Dippy Riddler rolled her eyes at Trump's claims of being "friends" with Felix. She's not even bother telling, partly due to the fact of God's punishment, partly because he can figure it out himself, as it didn't take him long to figured out.

Heaven wasn't surprised at the fact his former friends sent one of their enemies to kill him, but was surprised with the friend claim. She arrived shortly the same time as God, and heard a single word.

Eddette was a bit confused. She wasn't aware of the punishment entirely, but she heard some of it, due to only having 1/3 of angel's DNA on her. Silently, Eddette watched the events in the sidelines, to avoid Trump copying her healing powers. God helped everyone around here if he copied that one.

Dippy Riddler decided to tell Trump one thing, best to not disturbed anything.

"Your logic fails me, dear boy, as even though the people who sent them showed their uncaring head first."
"But as I felt from experience, fake sympathy is ten times worse."

That was the only thing she would say, as she was uncaring. If she didn't worked at her circus and was so uncaring of people, she would be a perfect therapist.