Still do not own TMI. I really need to work on that.
They do not plummet into hell.
Instead, they drift. It's a gradual build up of speed, slowly at first, but gathering momentum. Together, they spiral downwards, adverse to the fact that eventually they will hit the bottom and there will be chaos like they have never known. Overwhelmed with indecision, they slow their decent with a flutter of wings, an updraft of wind. Though stilled, gravity and the decent beckons until they surrender to the inevitable.
These moments happen less and less, until they stop fearing the rush that comes with succumbing to gravity. The fears and doubts whistle past in their ears and they don't care what's right or wrong anymore, just that this sweet decent never ends.
Damned if they do, damned if they don't.
But can children of angels truly go to hell?
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