The Anthem of the Castaway

"Doesn't seem to work now that my DNA is so fucked I can't heal." I say to him, rolling my eyes.
"So you agree that it is a change in your DNA?" Charlie says to me.
"I don't know." I huff, angry at this whole debate. "I can't deal with humans fucking up every effort I have to live happy."
"Does Father ever let you stay in Heaven?"
"Only half the time."
"And what do you do in Heaven?"
"I fight. Sword fighting mostly, it's a big attraction. Our sword fights are as popular there as football is here."
"Football?" He asks, his eyebrows raised.
"Ugh, wrong era. Whatever." I respond, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity. A sudden hitch in my breath causes me to cough more, another clump of clotted blood coming forward into the towel I offer. "Life on earth is just a revolving door of wars, fighting, finding out angels exist, fighting over it, killing everyone that remembers, then back to the industrial revolution again. And there's almost always times when angels are outlawed and locked up."
"Back to your problem though, do you agree that God may be trying to train you? Or maybe he's using you to remove the villains from society?"
"The latter holds some truth. After all, I do get dumped into the human society when everything is going to shit."
"Do you ever do wrong in Gods eyes? Maybe he's putting you down here to clean up society as a punishment."

Book 4, yep I skipped one. Each book stands on its own. It's good to read the first before, but not necessary.
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