Have you ever wondered what Heaven is like?
Oh no, I'm not inviting you up here or anything. I'm just curious about what humans perceive this place as.
Hm...
A palace of blinding light, set against a backdrop of soft iridescent clouds looking like freshly-spun cotton candy?
A seemingly endless meadow encasing eternal peace and serenity, with groups of gazelles running around and springs of sweet fresh water hidden away at the most picturesque locations?
A place covered in pleasant feathery mist, shrouded in mystery as you watch a never-ending sunrise grace the skies with multiple hues and tones spilling over?
A different realm of glorious setting, where all of the struggles you have ever had in your human life bear fruit in the most beautiful way possible?
A state of unworried existence, quietly watching over those you love as they get back up and continue with their life again?
Not a place, but rather a feeling - a lovely memory you disregarded when mortal?
Or maybe,
A crappy room filled to the ceiling with headache-inducing paperwork and the smell of old parchment - feeling ticked-off as you watch your clueless Commander-in-Chief sift through the wrong pile of records, again.
"For the last time, Cordelia," I grit my teeth, "Leonardo Da Vinci's record is in the Renaissance bundle on the last table on the left, so... STOP LOOKING FOR IT IN THE FRENCH REVOLUTION ONE?!"
"Oh, is that so?" She stopped in her tracks, "But, isn't he French?"
"He's Italian you moron."
She waved it off, "Well, whatever. Last table on the left, you said?"
I've been saying that for the last two hours...
"I'll get it for you!"
Please do so.
Wait, don't run-
A sigh left my mouth as I watched my subordinate slip over the stray papers lying scattered all over the floor and fall down with a loud thud.
Why am I not surprised...
Shaking my head, I finally left the comfy armchair I'd been yelling commands from and walked over to help the dazed-looking warrior.
Welcome to my side of Heaven.
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"For the millionth time now, Head grim reaper - tell me how you got that huge bump on your head, normally."
His patient snarled impatiently, "I told you, the floor smacked me! How many times do I have to repeat myself?"
He threw me a 'is-she-officially-barmy-now' look. I simply shrugged in response and looked outside, already bored by the drama the other two occupants of the room were engaged in.
The other huffed at our silent exchange and stretched her arms, "You two are so fricking stupid! Why the hell are you treating me like a kid?"
The other bit back, "By Heaven's Grace, who are you calling stupid?! Go look at yourself in the mirror and then come back."
"You're supposed to say that when you call someone ugly, not stupid!"
"Then you are admitting that you are ugly as well as stupid?"
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Urban Amnesiac Angels || BTS
Fanfic"Out of all the things they could have been, they just had to end up as the world's biggest K-Pop group - didn't they?" Insert sarcasm here along with Death's dry laugh, whatever way you imagine it to be.
