Did you leave a circle in the middle of the map with seven parts as I told you to?
If yes, well done.
If no... um, well done I guess.
Even I don't remember my way around the place sometimes, so it's cool with me.
Anyways.
The disk you left inside the bigger one is actually Father's domain. It's connected to all the other seven realms by intricately decorated bridges, the entry points marked by big ass gates which take too much of time to open.
Mortals like to refer to Him by different names and fight over it as well. I frankly don't mind much, but it kinda... accelerates my soul-collecting job and makes overtime complaints pile up.
Here, the souls as well as the angels call Him by whichever name they find themselves comfortable with. As for the seven of us, we call Him 'Your Majesty' when it's serious, long-faced business talk, 'Father' whenever we want to rant or annoy or in general act like the bumbling family we are - and call Him 'Mad Scientist' behind his back-
Oops, wasn't supposed to disclose that. TMI, hehe.
Not that I'm sorry.
Why we call him that? You'll see later.
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I soared in the air, rapidly yet errantly picking up pace. I've always been one of the steadier flyers, rather than the faster ones - a topic my brothers have always teased me about. As per Raph, I'm like an old granny who's too cautious to waste her energy because she might suddenly die someday.
Pun fully intended.
Has that one even heard of something called 'energy conservation'?! As far as I know, he's always running off to different realms at the smallest of the situations. Cham, Joph and I - the troublemakers - would always take the front seats in his frantic performances, while the other three would try to act like responsible older brothers - and fail miserably, might I add.
I mean, please - everyone noticed Mick pressing his lips together and scrunching his nose that one time Raph and Uri decided to have an animated fight about whose pet is cuter. Ferocious warrior angel? Not so much.
Even the pets quietly sat and stared at them with twin 'the-hell-are-you-arguing-about?!' expressions as they bickered back and forth. As far as I remember, the other angels present looked perplexed and pretty stressed about the situation as I provided a commendable commentary on who's most likely to die from the sidelines and Gab tried to calm them down by himself while laughing nervously.
Those crackheads...
I nearly lost my balance in the air as my eyes began to sting out of nowhere.
Oh great, just - great timing.
I hate emotions. They make you do the unwanted. Like making Death herself sweat through her eyes and blur her vision when she's just barely flying in the air. I sniffled, feeling my nose watering up like an invisible dam just broke. How disgusting.
I-I miss you... where are you... how dare you just v-vanish like that? Should I r-really follow up on my threat and k-kill you?!
Even then, I need to know where you guys are...
The clouds parted to give way to a very blurry version of a familiar scenery. I willed the salt-infused water to dry up and close off instantly. He didn't need to see me like this - looking like a spinster who had just attended her own funeral. We're doing well enough like how we have been for the past few years - me being stoic, non-responsive and bitter and Him being busy in the newest insane invention He's working on.
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Urban Amnesiac Angels || BTS
Fanfiction"Out of all the things they could have been, they just had to end up as the world's biggest K-Pop group - didn't they?" Insert sarcasm here along with Death's dry laugh, whatever way you imagine it to be.
