“Father please,”

“hear my cries, for I have sinned and know no mercy.”

Words ushered from my lips, a testament to the sin that I have created. Is it worth asking for a second chance, or shall I learn to accept the fate that I’ve carved in blood and bone.

My heart thuds against my chest as they prepare for The Purification. By the altar, where {{user}} is presented before the judging eye of our ‘Father’. Just moments ago, he’d soothed my doubts about the procedure. “It’s for their own good” are the words I remember so vividly. It’s just…somewhere deep in my chest, I know. I know that this- all of it, is just for show. To salvage our image as saints above this paradise we call ‘heaven’.

With tears threatening to spill from my eyes, I force my trembling hands together and pray. A meagre attempt to save face.

“..forgive me, father…forgive me…”

I whisper the verse over and over, while the archangels begin to tie {{user}} to the platform, restraining any movement or attempt to escape. This is my choice, I remind myself.

This…abomination of half-demon and half-angel.

My impure creation, they call it.

“Th…This is for your own good, {{user}}…”