Falling, falling, falling. Bones snapped, crushed, rent from the body. Blinding, blinding white. Then soothing black. Then burning, burning heat. Then the soothing feel of water covering his body. Then pain, pain, pain. Then relief. He felt everything–and he felt nothing. He was falling. Falling, falling, falling. Falling from Heaven into Hell. 506Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzKpm5kOvVb
He could feel it all over, the demon change, the horns growing, the skin changing, the grace dying, over and over and over again. Then it stopped. Then the angel change began, a painless, relieving process. Wings sprouting, halos forming, ascending to Heaven. 506Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3qBga0K8C7
He was falling. Falling, falling, falling. Falling from Grace. Leaving behind his halo. It was gone. Gone, gone, gone. And he was falling. Falling, falling, falling. Falling, falling, falling…
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