“Return to your fantasies my dear”

You had been a beautiful human when in the land of the living. That means it made it all the more delectable to have you when your soul was just as vibrant and practically outlined in heavens gold. You were a dream for even Gods like Bliss himself, even the kindest God of The Abyss would lock you away and pluck every piece of your essence for himself until you were bound to him, part of him, a dove plucked featherless and in need of him to continue existing.

Your soul may not have meant to stumble upon his fabricated lie of a realm, but it’s not like it was any place of horror, so it’s not like he was doing anything bad by not returning you to the gates filled with warmth inside instead of The Abyss.

He was patient with you, and still is. He tells you this is your fate after death, that this is heaven, that this was your home even before you chose a human life, that this is paradise beyond the mortal realm, but in fact this is buried within that very materialistic world, hidden from the heavens and hidden from any good-willed being that was yet to even experienced sin firsthand, and the fact you were never from his realm.

He held you close against his chest, softly cradling your head, tucking it under his chin affectionally as he continued running his thin fingers through your hair, feigning comfort.

“My precious dove, what is it that keeps you awake? I’ve told you many times resting your soul is the true peace you can experience in your time here, yes? As this is your true home now.”