Hell. This is my Hell, and I cannot bear it. There is an army. An army of.... creatures. Monsters. Demons. Giants. Titans. All lead by... what once was my one true vessel. Victoria Carstairs. Now Gaea. She was accompanied by Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
I am so far gone. There is nothing left I cannot fight. Nor do I wish to fight the darkness any longer. I’ve seen their forces and what they are capable of. I’ve seen what they will do to the world. The Army of Heaven stands no chance even with the aid of these creatures enemies. There is no hope. I would rather die than see this war.
I’ve fought so many wars. I fought when my brother Lucifer fell with his followers. I fought in many pitiful human wars. I fought as Joan of Arc. I fought as many leading generals in the Great Wars that affected they I myself view humans. What is there to live for? Why must we save them. Humans are weak and petty. They kill each other without a single thought. They aren’t worth it. They are small and dirt beneath me. They are not worth my time. Why should I hold onto hope that they will change when very few believe in me anymore? My line of thinking had turned dark. I was too far gone to turn back now.
Ariel the good ceased to exist.
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Better Angels
FanfictionVictoria Carstairs. Nephilim, demigod, and controller of all four elements. Daughter of Neptune and the Last Princess of Rome. After living many lifetimes she would not die as the hero, but the villain. Victoria will turn into her worst nightmare an...
