You are a silly. But you are forgiven, because I am RPing (*metaposty dooooom*) and not writing much myself. Hmm. I present you with cookie!
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Corobael knew that angels didn’t have to sleep. Neither did demons, it would logically follow, though he’d find out for certain soon enough. But he was tired, so tired, and he hadn’t shown Aziraphale half of the effort it had taken to even keep some semblance of a physical form. He was fading. He knew it. He felt stretched out, taut and worn so thin that he could be seen through. Literally.
If he let go of the physical aspect he could probably stay in Heaven for a handful more days, maybe more, just the bright spark of self and purpose that passed as a soul among their kind. But that wasn’t an option that he liked the sound of. Corobael might have been a sorry excuse for an angel, but he could already feel the stirrings of the demon he would become, and that being was one stubborn bastard. He was Falling as himself, or not at all.
Hell, he thought, looking at the sky. I gave it my best shot.
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Corobael knew that angels didn’t have to sleep. Neither did demons, it would logically follow, though he’d find out for certain soon enough. But he was tired, so tired, and he hadn’t shown Aziraphale half of the effort it had taken to even keep some semblance of a physical form. He was fading. He knew it. He felt stretched out, taut and worn so thin that he could be seen through. Literally.
If he let go of the physical aspect he could probably stay in Heaven for a handful more days, maybe more, just the bright spark of self and purpose that passed as a soul among their kind. But that wasn’t an option that he liked the sound of. Corobael might have been a sorry excuse for an angel, but he could already feel the stirrings of the demon he would become, and that being was one stubborn bastard. He was Falling as himself, or not at all.
Hell, he thought, looking at the sky. I gave it my best shot.
The angel Corabael closed his eyes and slept.
When he woke up, he was in Hell.