A long time ago, in a place so serene and perfect, lived the world of ANGELS. This world was known as, ‘The Heavens.’ A place only pure-hearted souls may enter. Anyone else? They get sent to Purgatory where they are judged for their sins. But! This story isn’t about, ‘Be good and be sent to Heaven.’ No. This story is about a child. A very, special, kindred and unfortunate child. His name was Pandemonium. He was the son of a ‘Holy’ Fate and a Seraphim. He would spend many of his days singing joyfully, singing to birds and animals alike, because no one liked his singing voice. To them, it was terrible. To the animals? They pitied him. Physically, he took after his mother quite a bit. But many of his features resembled his father. Lack of legs, distorted wings, floating appendages, eyes a bit too big for his face... Teasing is considered a sin, so many children shunned him at a young age. But still, as he cried at his sweet audience, he sung songs of holy praise and the wonders of living. He would ask his mother for help, ask his father for advice, but neither would do a thing. Either they were too busy, too tired, or just didn’t care. His parents fought constantly. They were polar opposites, after all, always destined to clash. What would he do instead? He’d vent to his audience through poetically song. They applauded in their own way, through chirps and yowls and barks and trills. It would soothe him, make him feel better. Just like pain, joy is all but temporary.
Waketaa for Voidland <33
