As he stared at the three celestial beings who were probing him with their gaze, he couldn't help but find it ludicrous that all this was real, after the whole disappearing stunt by stardust he started to seriously question everything , he wondered if it was real or something his subconsciousness made up to give him a semblance of hope .
But he decided to cross that bridge when he reaches it, just as he decided to forget about it ,he was greeted by the sight of two equally beautiful angelic beings, he was momentarily shocked until he realized exactly where he was, he felt like he entire world view of beauty has been destroyed.These beings didn't just redefine beauty—they obliterated it.
Then, without warning, he was accused and condemned for transgressions he had indeed committed. A sense of indignation flared within him; while he acknowledged his wrongdoings, he felt the celestial beings' approach lacked finesse. The brutal exposure of his flaws, devoid of empathy or understanding, stung. He considered himself a mastermind of chaos, an "unphantomable menace," and their judgment seemed almost... pedestrian. Dull. Lacking imagination.
If this was supposed to be divine reckoning, it was missing something crucial.
Then came their so-called offer.
He listened in silence, expression unreadable. For celestial beings, they had remarkably little tact. Even an illiterate could see through their charade. They needed his help—and were dangling the pardon of his sins as bait.
A clever ploy, truly.
Unfortunately for them, he was the "victim."
And that made their little performance irrelevant.
"Oh? If that is truly the case," he said, his voice calm, almost amused, "then by all means—delegate the punishment as you see fit."
He met their gazes without flinching. If they thought he was easy prey, they were sorely mistaken.
He wasn't here to beg. He wasn't here to plead.
Let them play their divine theater—he would not be moved by illusions of power dressed in light.
Three different expression greeted his sight: shock, disappointment and amused.
He couldn't be bothered to care but he was wrong about how shameless these heavenly beings could actually be
Velmora's gentle countenance seemed at odds with the gravity of the situation, her angelic features tempered by a hint of hesitation. "Are you certain," she asked, her voice a soothing melody, "that you don't deserve a second chance?" Her eyes, soft and kind, locked onto mine, attempting to weave a spell of persuasion. The warmth of her gaze was almost palpable, a deliberate attempt to disarm me with its gentle allure. Yet, I remained resolute, refusing to be swayed by her benevolent facade
Thamriel's countenance darkened as she hurled accusations at me, her voice trembling with indignation. "How dare you," she spat. "You—who ravaged your own world—are offered redemption, and still you have the temerity to refuse?"
" Her words reeked of hypocrisy, a blatant attempt to manipulate my emotions and warp my perception.
I felt a surge of revulsion at her tactics,
Gaslighting. Divine, polished gaslighting.
The other angels, however, seemed less invested in her theatrics. The expressions of stardust and soothing melodies became quite underwhelmed. Perhaps "disappointed" would be a more fitting description, their ethereal visages a testament to their unmet expectations. Thamriel's fervor had clearly not resonated with her peers, and I sensed a subtle disconnect between her zealotry and their more measured approach.
I met her glare with nothing but boredom, and laid the truth bare.
"You're not giving me a second chance. You're asking me for help. Let's not pretend otherwise."
Thamriel looked shocked—then guilty—then utterly embarrassed. Velmora offered her a gentle smile, a silent reminder that her approach had overstepped. It wasn't rebuke, exactly, but it was firm in its softness, like sunlight nudging closed a storm. Elyraeth gave a subtle nod, seemingly in agreement with Soothing Melodies' silent counsel.
I was honestly stunned when the hypocritical beauty actually obliged. She—the loudest among them—folded beneath a glance and a nod. So easily. It was almost laughable.
The gentle voice of Soothing Melodies intervened, "Forgive little flame's impulsiveness; she's still learning to temper her passion. You're right, we do require your assistance, and coercion isn't an option. We hope you'll reconsider your stance." Her words were laced with a soft, melodious quality that seemed to soothe the air itself.
Stardust chimed in, his voice a whisper of gentle persuasion, "Little flame's outburst was uncalled for, but please, reconsider."
I couldn't help but be charmed by the nickname "little flame," which suited her fiery personality perfectly. As I glanced at her, I noticed a faint blush on her cheeks, a soft ember-red that hinted at her inner fire. Her eyes darted between Soothing Melodies and Stardust, weighing the consequences of pushing back. For an instant, her usual fervor wavered, and she spoke in a softer tone, "Perhaps... I was too harsh." Her gaze settled on me, sharp and probing, though slightly tempered. "But I still don't trust you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I decided to be forthright, "I see no reason to agree to your proposal, even if I were inclined. If I were to consider it, I'd need to know the reasons behind everything – the cause, the purpose, and the stakes." My words hung in the air, a challenge to their divine certainty.
I continued " I'm no saint as you all should know, given my seemingly notorious debauchery.... I said with a hint of pride, "so for the benefits and Time management of all of us, I advise you to go straight to the point and refrain from any moral manipulation or deception of any kind" I stated quite calmly and languidly.
The ball is now in their court, they better decide correctly how to convince me to be slightly interested in this their proposal cause honestly, given my first impression of them, this is definitely a herculean task.
The council looked slightly tensed, they thought that their meeting today would go exactly as they planned, who knew they would not encounter a young innocent lad but an anomaly.