“YES, IT WILL,” ABDIEL SNAPPED. he grew tired of this. he did not like to show it, but god, the half demon was exhausting, always fighting, always snapping, always on the fence. he’d never had to deal with a more difficult creature, one that tested his patience so fiercely. his eyes hardened into an icy glare, frustrated though not entirely without sympathy.
“bound for hell is fucking nonsense, and i think you know it.” nothing was set in stone, and nothing could convince the seraph otherwise. destiny could always be changed. destiny was to occur if one traveled along the same path, if they refused to change or entertain the possibility of change. destiny was never a fixed thing. that was what most people forgot. you could change; that was the ugly truth none wanted to confront. “nothing can change it, and you’re right. but you can. nothing and no one else. you can try to fight it, or give in and say that nothing can be changed.”
abdiel wondered what the disconnect was. how could faith or conviction be so important to him, how could he be so ready to catch himself, when others were so far behind? how could others misunderstand so deeply as to think themselves trapped? his features softened. “not giving in? yeah, that’s going to be the hard part. but it’ll be easy after that.” or not. nothing was ever easy, even for a seraph. even for a seraph that made everything look easy. “but you’re going to have to work with me here.”
“ALL THAT I KNOW IS THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO!” he snapped back, teeth almost showing as he just about snarled. “i try as hard as I can, but nothing changes. i try not to give in, i do as best as i can, and then it all comes crumbling down.” it wasn’t exactly the truth; ky would give his own effort of trying, but then return right back into his quite nasty habits. time and time again it was the exact same thing. nothing changed… just his attitude towards the situation at large.
“YOU GO ON and on about not giving in, but here is the thing.” his eyes narrowed on the other for a few moments. “it doesn’t matter if i go a day, a week, a month, or a year with out some sort of violence. nor would it matter if i don’t go a while with out some sort of murder. it all comes down to the same exact situation. i give in, i let go of the control, and i’m back to square one.”
THAT WAS WHAT HE BELIEVED at least, but ky’lar had improved by most standards. he was getting better to the point he could resist what came easily to him. the only problem was most of the time he didn’t care nor did he believe it was necessary to control what came ‘naturally’. it was only in rare instances that the thought ( unlikely as it was ) ever passed him by. “the same cycle over and over again- working with you or otherwise… there is no chance – in heaven or hell – to change my fate.”