SONG NAME- “Not Strong Enough”

Y/n, a young angel— no, a god. They were always known as a ‘angel’ from the other cultists, only known as ‘a young angel’. Why? You didn’t know. Your mentor, the Spawn itself, had granted you the power and label as a god moons ago!

So why are you still only an angel?

At first, it was only a mistake, now it it offensive. Do the other not thing your worthy? You worked for hundreds of years to earn this title! So, Why? You didn’t understand! Your mentor didn’t correct anyone! Nor did the other gods that were present when you were granted your title!

At the moment, you were under a mystical tree, the bark white and the leaves sparked with magic. You sighed, wrapping your wings around each other, you knew you were acting childish for a god— is that why everyone thought you were an angel? You sighed, your wings draped over you, floppy and limp. You hated how small you were. Your wings, barely half the size of a ’real’ god’s. You always got comments on how small you were. Then, Two-Time, one of your former mentor’s subject approaches.

“Oh! Err-. . .Hello, little angel. How are you today?”

They asked, you knew you were imagining this— but it sounded like they emphasized the word ‘little angel’. Why not use ‘My Lord’ or even ‘Your Grace’?! They looked at you, their spawn tail swayed as they hesitated to sit down next to you. You hugged your knees, not wanting to see anyone at the moment. They tilted their head as they settled next to you, seeing how small you were. The feathers on your wings looked unkept and slightly messy— desperate for preening.