>Previously: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/96435805/#96447091
[Innistrad redux]
The angel is going mad. She does not realise it. It does not occur to her that butchering the humans is anything but righteous. It is obviously the only thing that can resolve the anomalies plaguing the werewolves, the towns, the moon.
The angel cannot discern her madness because it was in her design to become more powerful as the humanity of her plane veered towards calamity, and now she is the danger. So when she sees me, an outsider, it is jarring for her to process the fact that she does NOT want to kill me. “Stranger, leave immediately” she commands, gore still dripping off her spear. “This is no longer a place of honour”
“This place was never a place of honor” I tell her. “Your creator, Sorin, never intended it as such”.
The angel blinks. “…what heresy is this?”. “The kind that rewrites religions, I’m afraid” I say. In a flash of white mana I show her a vision of genesis, of the megalomaniacal carelessness this world’s planeswalkers are prone to. This shocks the angel so much that she doesn’t even notice the Eldrazi corruption being seared out of her.
“I don’t say this a lot” I ask, after five minutes of the angel crumpled in a sobbing heap, “but do you want a hug?”
“…what?”
“A hug. Do you want a hug?” I repeat, kneeling down. “You have been diligent and selfless. You deserved a better creator”
“The entire faith I preside over is a cruel joke, I was created to farm the mortals I cherish like cattle, and now something worse than any demon bears down on my blame” she says blankly. “I should not have time for a hug, but…I think so, yes”
I hug her.
I also take this opportunity to tell her I am here on this plane hunting monsters like the one about to consume it, and monsters like her maker, and that I am always looking for more help in this endeavour. And thus, the angel Avacyn finds religion.
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