Post by Sesame on Sept 7, 2018 18:43:03 GMT -6
Sesame had been blessed to go to Heaven. He'd pulled a cloak over himself so he'd keep himself hidden. He'd hope to not run into anyone who was also in Heaven that he may have killed. He had been blessed in his opinion unfairly to go to heaven. He deserved to go to Hell. Though Yemma seemed to be decently wise. He had made his choice and he'd not question it. Now he had a new place to explore. His new home for what would seem to be the rest of his existence, Heaven. It was not exactly what he expected but he was not complaining. It was peaceful and there were these people called ogres. They seemed to have their own society. They lived in peace in the upper levels of the other world.
He didn't even know such a thing could exist. People who lived among the dead. He felt out of place among it. Even though most of the people he saw had halo's just like him, he felt uneasy. All the people here were good people. Yet, he was here. What was his merit compared to these people? Maybe Yemma judged people based on how they were before they died rather than the whole picture. He sat on down a bench in the afterlife just looking around. He didn't see anyone around. He was enjoying the silence. He didn't have to worry anymore. He was free in a sense. Free from his past and free to pursue some sort of future. Maybe there were things he could do to help around here. He'd let out a smile, Maybe he'd find Banshee and ask for forgiveness. She did die for him after all and he didn't even survive.
He didn't even know such a thing could exist. People who lived among the dead. He felt out of place among it. Even though most of the people he saw had halo's just like him, he felt uneasy. All the people here were good people. Yet, he was here. What was his merit compared to these people? Maybe Yemma judged people based on how they were before they died rather than the whole picture. He sat on down a bench in the afterlife just looking around. He didn't see anyone around. He was enjoying the silence. He didn't have to worry anymore. He was free in a sense. Free from his past and free to pursue some sort of future. Maybe there were things he could do to help around here. He'd let out a smile, Maybe he'd find Banshee and ask for forgiveness. She did die for him after all and he didn't even survive.
Powerlevel:24,000
