Pull My Strings

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Yes this is from a boys POV

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Thunder rumbled in the clouds below my feet making me stumble 

slightly as I walked towards Him.

Angels stood all around me, their eyes piecing into me. ' If looks

could kill.' I thought bitterly. I heard them whispering; some were 

loud, and others were really loud. 

They parted as I passed, giving me disgusted looks every now and

then. 'Jerks. They don't understand. I had to do what I did.' 

I stopped walking when I was only a few feet away from, Him. He 

looked down at me with anger and disappointment flashing in 

his pitch black eyes.  

" Zachary Parks ," He boomed down at me. " do you admit to 

your sins?"

I flinched slightly at his hard voice. "I do."

"Do you ask for my forgiveness?" He demanded, his voice echoing

all around me though there was nothing for his voice to echo off

of. It wasn't strange... nothing was when God was involved.

"No." I answered, looking at him straight in the eyes. " I don't 

want your forgiveness. Not now, not ever."

Loud gasps and whispering swirled around me once again. I 

did my best to ignore the cruel things they were calling me, but

it still hurt me. These were people I once called friends...look at

them now. Granted I did betray them all...

"Satan lover!" One of the female angels yelled at me. Many

people murmured in agreement.

"Yes," I agreed with her. " I love the devil."  

That made all the angels even angrier, they all began

yelling at me all at once. "Satan worshiper!" "Go back

to Hell where you belong!" "Trader go back with your own!"

"Enough!" He roared, silencing everyone at once. He 

turned to me, his breath jagged with anger " You have

two choices."

I nodded, I figured this is what would happen. My options

were either probably death or asking for forgiveness.

" You will either ask for forgiveness, and be lowered

to a rank one angel. Or you will be punished." He

told me.

"He shouldn't even be getting a choice," I heard someone

mutter." He should be killed immediately."  

I recognized the voice. My best friend, Matthew. My eyes