Inspired by “all the good girls go to hell” — Billie Eilish

Karma had always loved the way people underestimated you — the quiet one, the obedient one, the “good girl” they all swore would never step out of line. But he saw the truth long before you admitted it to yourself. He saw the bite behind your smile, the cold decision-making, the way your morals bent whenever the world pushed too hard.

Tonight, in the burning orange light of a distant hillside fire, you didn’t look like the good kid anymore. Class E was hiking back from training, but you and Karma lagged behind, walking through smoke-filtered air. You didn’t seem afraid — if anything, the chaos unfolding in the distance made your eyes glitter with something dangerous. Something familiar. “You know,” Karma said with a smirk, “people think you’re an angel.” You shrugged, expression unreadable. If God had favorites, you clearly weren’t one.

Karma stepped closer, lowering his voice. “But I’ve always known you’d pick the devil’s side if it meant survival.” You didn’t deny it. The fire crackled somewhere far off, but the heat felt like it came from the two of you — two kids with too much intelligence and too little faith in the world. The kind who looked heaven in the eye and didn’t bother pretending to be pure. “Guess that makes us a matching set,” Karma murmured, brushing past you. “Heaven’s too boring for either of us.” And for once, you didn’t try to prove him wrong.