The Lout's Mirage | Songfic

❝ the weight of your words. ❞

Deep breaths resonated throughout an unknown abandoned and ruined church. Green stems rooted from the deepest parts of the structure, clear aquatic flowers filled the centre of the place as they all swing above the dirty water coming from the broken and burned ceiling.

Yet despite all of this, it was beautiful and bright. Truly deserving of the Sun God's church. A red-haired child stood in front of the ruined church with an organ piano beside him, old and dreary. Some of the pipes are filled with water.

A certain Goddess watches from above with amusement but also wonder, the Sun God was wondering why a child molded by hate would be wandering around of her destroyed temples. Isn't this also the kid Azrael's looking after along with the other?

Angelina is both amused and confused at the same time. What was this mortal child doing at her temple with the face of distraught? Has something happened?

Do you ever see someone and think "Wow, God must hate me"

Oh. Angelina frowns, the distinct change in her features changed drastically. The child was doing utterly horrendous with his brazen like hair, muddy and ruffled clothes. He was playing the organ. For a second, his voice echoes through the empty temple.

'Cause He spent so much time on them and for me, He got lazy

Angelina pursed her lips in a sad sense, "oh darling.. if anything, He had taken more of his time to sculpture you into a beautiful piece..."

Got ample mental illness personality flaws
While their only flaw seems to be is that they have none at all

Humans were made to be imperfect and grey, not perfect and overly 'white'. If it weren't balanced, it would've destroyed the goal in the first place. Angelina could feel another divine aura lingering around, looking behind - She could see the God Of Death with a wry expression, God Of War with a curious look and some other Gods who were lesser.

Do you ever see someone and think "Wow, God must hate me"

I'll let 'em take accountability
For everything that's wrong with me
Can't hold myself responsible
So I blame the metaphysical

Cale didn't know how he had suddenly summoned many Gods watching him.

He had to sing his heart out, he hated to think about religion when he turned eight. Ever since he had met those bishops and proclaimed priests, he had never been the same looking towards these higher beings called Gods. He was labelled as a sin itself, and it took a toll on him especially when he was eight.

To be called a sin and be looked at scornful eyes - when he only tried to love everyone equally, when one of them mentioned how he has the colour of the devil, when he was just curious about those same-sex relationships and what more.

If Angelina fights for all our sins
She left one behind, the body I'm in
Same hands that made the moon and the stars
Got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts

I don't know what I believe

(—| Author's note: Jesus prolly don't
exist for them so I'm just gonna use
our Goddess Angelina <3. Also, most
of the info here are not true. I just hc
that og!cale got religion trauma bcuz
more trauma obv... you can ignore that
even though I also have the same shithfjfjfj)

The Sun Goddess was surprised to say, her eyes were wide while her lips parted in shock before it goes to a soft smile. No humans ever knew of her name nor her gender, they just assumed she was a man and never bothered to. So to hear that one knows, her heart feels light and warm even if the words weren't as pretty.

But it's easier to think
She made a mistake with me

Angelina coos sadly and went into her spirit form, approaching the other slowly even if he couldn't see her. The other Gods hum and followed suit, this human child is interesting.

"He has things that cannot be spoken out loud." An archangel mentions, they were right. His soul... it is blending in with time.

Cale had thought that he truly was a mistake. Ever since then, he always asks himself on what was his purpose of existing. What truly was his role in this field of life when it had no place for him? He couldn't understand.

He just wants to be happy again, be protected and cared for. Why is Fate so cruel?

Do you ever see someone and think "Wow, they got lucky"
the craftsmanship of their bones, their brain, and their body

"What must be troubling this child~?" A God of Fertility sadly hums. Another one chimes in, "I see no trouble in his soul... despite the cracks and a certain implant of a curse."

The Goddess of Youth glared at Death and crossed their arms, "Why is his soul cursed? I don't see any reason on why he should be implanted with one. Did you mess with humans again!?"

When I look into the mirror for too long it hurts
they don't track how many steps it takes to burn off dessert

Azrael scratched his ears before averting his eyes from the angry goddess', "His soul... it got in the way of the Vow, and do not worry, his soul will rest soon."

The upper God who serves as one of the right hand men for Him, the holy looking God with long hair sharply drilled looks into his head. "This 'soon' you are saying is a decades long, I doubt that child would be patient for such longevity of rest."

"Guys, sh! He is still singing!"

I'll let 'em take accountability
For everything that's wrong with me
Can't hold myself responsible
So I'll blame the metaphysical

"Hmmm..." The Gods of Music hum in sadness, "His voice, such thing is a gift! If only the song he is singing isn't such a downpour."

Azrael crossed his arms as he stares at the breaking soul in front of him, Cale had too much time in his hands. Not in a way of literacy but given too much freedom of being unsupervised, this soul had tried to do something unwanted. He had reached for death in a span of three times now, and he still hasn't given up even when Death itself has refused to give him a place.

How foolish, this child is way more suicidal than the current one he is taking care of. Although that little Kim has been given the worst of the worst he still lived through but of course, trouble follows everywhere. Why is that he has to handle two souls at once with misfortune hanging around their necks!? Damn that reincarnation and vow.

If Angelina fights for all our sins
She left one behind, the body I'm in
Same hands that made the moon and the stars
Got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts
I don't know what I believe

Once Angelina got a hold of the lyrics, she sweatdropped animatedly - she did no such thing as that... She didn't make the moon and stars, that's more of the universe's and His doing.

"I didn't... ah..." The golden-haired deity mumbles.

Azrael shakes in his place with a cough, "Imagine having crazy followers."

"Shut up."

But it's easier to think
She made a mistake with me

Cale's whimpers of pain echoed through the lonely church, his painful wails shook the hearts of the absolutely good hearted ones as they all look at him sadly.

One even tried to go and envelop him in a hug, which wasn't so successful. The scene in front of them was pitiful and heart-pulling. However, once the child has reduced his wails to sobs, most of them went back with their own actions.

"THAT'S IT, I'M GIVING HIM A BLESSING- YOUR CURSE CAN GO INTERCOURSE ITSELF."

"LINA, NO-!"

"LINA, YES-!"

author's note.
I'll be updating another
og cale bcuz this is not it.
feelin' a bit disappointed
with tis one.