The Chamber
Dear journal,
The chamber is a scary room. I may be an angle from heaven, and heaven may seem like there's doves flying in every which direction. White cloths and gold floors. But no, that's what we call the "entrance". The actual rooms and heaven as a whole is scary. It's not what it seems. The chamber is the room in which every angel hates going to.
There's a sign on the door that says "only enter if ones wings are to be heathered". Heathered in heaven basically means to clip the wings. Remove them.
I don't have the stereotypical white angel boy wings. No no. I have baby blue wings. With little specks of gold wavering in. They're quite beautiful, and I hate having to get rid of them so often. But it's a part of my job. It's a part of that stupid contract that I shouldn't have signed.
-the Angel
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A/n: ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye don't h8 me
YOU ARE READING
Thin ; phan {discontinued}
Fanfic"And here is you're new assignment" my master gestured over to the newly born baby boy. Trigger warnings apply