When Angels and Demons Collide

The funny thing is, I don't remember how I died. I just remember pain... so so much pain, darkness, and then clouds. I thought it was a messed up dream when they told me. It wasn't.
It turns out when I died I became an angel, yea you read that right, I didn't think they were real until I saw the beautiful wings coming out of my back. They were pure white with gold around the edge of each feather. Apparently that was rare, the gold, because nobody else had it. I was a good angel, I never cursed, never disobeyed, I feared what the punishment was if I did. Up here in the clouds, in our own dimension separate from the human world, I was told I was safe.
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And I believed it.
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Never have I been so wrong.