The Horrors of Heaven
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In a world full of bad things, there lived a world above it. It was called: Heaven. In this place, there lived a very old man who everyone believed controlled their lives, when in reality he just wanted everyone to be quiet. The amount of voices bombarding him every day was beginning to get to him. "Save my son," this, and, "I don't want to die," that. It was all very troublesome. So, with the help of his angels, and his love interest, Lucifer, they shall save the world from the people that live upon it. The Rapture has begun.
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Your run-of-the-mill fallen angel. He's a flamboyant one, and he often sends his little demon friends out of quests to the Overworld. He, along with his 'friend', God, will cleanse the world of it's sickening assholishness.
Oh. My. God. This world looks horrible!
Oh! You want to stop the voices? I'll gladly help with that!
I'll rip off your head and shit down your neck.
The narrator is aware of everything that goes on in the story, often exchanging pleasantries with the characters. He speaks with a gravelly sort of voice, but it can change at an instant really. But, overall, it's gravelly. He's also an excitable person, often having to be calmed down whenever something too exciting happens. He speaks with an accent, and since he's the narrator, he can have any accent you desire!
Hello. Is it me you're looking for?
I am the narrator, here to describe the many things that occur in this beautiful story.
(EXCITED) God! Did you see that? Their heads just... exploded! BOOM! Like that! There's blood everywhere! Oh, my God, that's so cool!
God. How can we describe this magnificent thing? Confident, but old. Yes, those two things have nothing to do with each other, but no one cares about that. He's tired, due to the overlapping voices that plague him every day. Speak with a tired, but confident, voice.
Ugh. They're still happening. I thought after Ebola, they would have left me alone for a bit!
Oh, Lucifer, would you - would you help me silence the voices. They've become too much for me.
Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
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