I have felt on my bare skin a gentle stroke of angels' feathers; it sent a morbid shiver down my spine, yet I did not flinch under his scrutinising eyes. I stared back into the burning mirrors of the divine. Deep inside surrounded by the ancient abyss, I met my judgement and acknowledged punishment for my unredeemed deeds. My past—unforgivable; inaction and selfish behaviour were my greatest sins. Foolish pride, an unloving heart, and the ugliness of fake smiles, and above all guilty of selling my rotten soul to the demons of old.

So I stood there awaiting my fate, black rain lashing over my face. I welcomed the final stroke of angels' vengeance, divine wrath cutting short my loathing existence.

A fitting end for the unscrupulous sinner.

© Shinku