For seven years I endured constant abuse, it broke me. I'm an archangel; THE archangel Gabriel, I don't cry, or scream, or beg, but seven years full of abuse and torment and many other things, it killed me. Slowly. Asmodeus, once one of the weakest demons, I was sold to him. He imprisoned me. Beat me. Did other...things. And eventually got too fed up with my crying and begs and screaming and pleading- He sewed my mouth shut. Not even two months in I could no longer speak, I could only make panicked sounds as I saw Asmodeus walk up to me, belittle me, and torture me. This isn't a cry for help, or a wish for pity; I've already wasted too much of my breath on him. I'm too low on my grace to heal, my vessel will now forever adorn the scars of abuse and rape. I may have killed him, smiled for the first time in seven years as I watched Asmodeus' body enlighten in flames and dissipate, but that changes nothing besides for him not being able to hurt me anymore. I still want to rip my skin off, tear my wings out, I still crave that sickeningly sweet pleasure and validation, even if it was all lies to get under my skin. I guess long story short (or a "too long, didn't read") I deserved everything that had come for me, I'm weak and a completely pathetic excuse of an angel, an archangel no less, the youngest of us, a son of God. They were right, I'm scared. I know I am. It's why I left heaven in the first place. I am no archangel, no special son of God, Asmodeus broke me and took too much of my grace for me to retain my heavenly title. It now lays at my feet, as does my broken halo, a reminder of all I've failed.
June 17th
2024
I have nothing else to say besides for I'm sorry, my brothers and sisters. I have failed you all.
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De Todoshitpost book of /neg alter related stuff written in story/poetry/etc. formatting contains very heavy topics. for example, these may contain (but aren't limited to) themes of abuse, drug/alcohol usage, underage activities (such as drugs, alcohol, sm...
