I eat at the same cloud every single day. It's so... blank. I sip the smoothie. I look down at the same old park. It had the same plants. The same angels all walking around. I let out a breath. I take my camera out and I snap a picture. I'm a photographer for the Heaven Newspaper. The same old. The same old shit.
I let out a sigh. I take another bite of my sandwich. It's been the same here. The same colors. The same everything. The same weather. The same everything. I take out my i-pod. I turn it over. "Love you always, Mom." I let out a small smile.
I put it into my ears and press a song. I start listening to it. The same fucking song. I'm so sick of all the same. I want something different. I want something new. I want to feel like I belong. I don't feel like an angel here. I hear my phone ring. I turn it on.
Adam: Get over here now!
Me: Yes sir.
Adam: Oh and bring the usual snack.
Me: I know sir.
Adam: Be on time.
Me: Yes sir.
Adam: Good.
Me: *Sigh*
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FantasyA young angel comes to the Hazbin Hotel. Varian is not really an angel. He's half and half. Half Angel. Half demon. Gray as he calls it. He's come to Hell for one purpose and one alone. He wants to find his father to ask why he didn't do anything wh...
