The broken gear

Heaven Spreads

The angel sat on the clouds, looking towards the never ending skyline of moving clouds and golden sunlight. It was put in this metaphysical prison after it wreaked havoc on heaven. It knew it was just, it knew it was the right thing to do. Heaven had grown soft and corrupt. Its version would bring peace to all. Yet nobody would share its vision.

The skyline twisted slightly while the clouds became a light shade of gray. It didn't understand why they didn't appreciate the eliminations it did on the angels. It made Heaven stronger after all. Yet it still sat there, its golden hair fluttering in the breeze.

It's white garments started to move with the wind as it picked up. The glimmer from the sunlight in its golden face started to grow. Its face as blank as a statue started to slowly open the mouth as the clouds slowly darkened and the skyline twisted yet again.

It couldn't comprehend their reasoning, their judgement, their weaknesses. It started to slowly walk forwards and open its eyes. They could be compared to bottomless pits or even an abyss. The same could be said about its mouth, slightly longer than a human's now. The clouds, now almost black, started moving faster and faster. The skyline grew more and more crooked, almost like a ruptured fractal, and started to brighten.

It would take action on those who broke it, it would make sure to cleanse this "paradise" as well as the other realms. Those who were strong and virtuous would look down upon those who were weak or sinful. It would eradicate the ones who couldn't defend themselves. The superiors could express their extirpation, depravity, and perversion on those who couldn't (shouldn't) do anything. 

The clouds were now like an endless raging black sea and the skyline was beyond comprehension. Its mouth was approximately twice as long a humans, and its eyes were fully opened. Both its eyes and mouths closed vertically. It would make sure to spread its heaven, at all costs.