My first submission to FA~

A little bit of a introspective story with the focus on the former grim reaper Asanté ( as seen here: https://reverendaspen.deviantart.co.....ence-292841732 ).

This was inspired by the music during the Giygas battle in EarthBound, as can be heard here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYb9kSCkjE8. Don't ask me how it works.

Here we go...

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People…
I’m sorry it has to be this way. I feel like a fool for all I’ve done. So much regret, so much shame. Every night in my mortal coil, I weep for the sins I have committed… and the consequences of them.
I feel… g… o… o… d…
Yet at the same time… there are things I don’t regret. That I’ll never regret. I slaughtered hundreds of people before I came to this point, maybe thousands. But each and every one that I killed on my own whim deserved to die.
It hurts, people…
However, there were repercussions from it, and the Holy Union didn’t take my behavior well. They stripped me of my angel status, decimated my body, threw me into Hell, and turned my wife into stone purely by proximity. The pain is something that no mortal can understand. That no good-hearted mortal should ever have to understand.
…friends…
The other Death Angels told me that I was only going to get into trouble if I did what I did. And they were right. Now they refuse to speak to me, dismissing me as a demon. Which is simply what I am. And I have no friends in this realm of existence; everyone looks at me like I’m some sort of freak. And again, I am in a way.
It’s not right… not right… not right…
I want companionship more than most things. In fact, the only thing I desire more than a comrade is to return to Paradise and be reunited with my restored wife. I may be a fallen angel, but I need socialization like anyone else. My body is mortal, after all. And I still feel the pains of loneliness every day.
…go… b… a… c… k…
But even as much as I want companionship, I know it’s for the best for me to not get attached to anyone on Demosac. It’s happened before… I’ve had to reap the souls of friends and even loved ones for the things they did in this world. I want friendship, but it’s something I can never have. The only ones who love me are my “family” and the Union. The former has no choice, but Cassius, Avainah, and Diataes seem tentative with their care.
…I’m so sad…
Every night, I speak with the Union. And every night, I cry myself to sleep. Sometimes, I wake up in the dark, screaming my lungs out. I pray consistently in some hope that it will help me get back to the way things were. When I pray, I hear the voice of Diataes. She tells me that I have to keep trying. I have to keep obeying. I have to keep reaping. That’s the worst part of being here, harvesting damned souls. When I hear one call—and it’s always the same “I’d give my soul for whatnot” routine—things change. I don’t feel forlorn anymore. In fact, I don’t feel anything. And in a way, I suppose that’s better than feeling horrible.
I’m h… a… p… p… y…

© "Reverend" Chris Aspen