Can't believe Crowley's standards were so low in heaven, he was friends with Furfur (I’m going to assume from now on that his angel name was Furiel, change my mind-)
The Green Gay Ninjas officially died after hours of relentless fighting, wielding the sword until their arms grew tired and losing so much blood their vision became blurry and red.
Some of them spent their last few hours fighting and digging through sandstone looking for an egg as their own was slain on its small floating island. Others saw how close the tie was, they could almost see the perfect 50/50 they'd hoped for, but fate was cruel, and everything turned pitch black in their final moment.
Sometimes true love is a hyper-masc trans man (solid snake) and a weeaboo femboy on E (Otacon) committing war crimes in the name of preventing worse war crimes.
Kal'istae laughs and shrugs. "I mean, doubt's a normal way of life, right? I doubt things, I doubt people, I doubt myself, but no more than anyone else does." The edges of her eyes tighten slightly and that lavender-edged gaze slews away from yours. "What's there to doubt?" she adds, just a bit breathlessly. "I mean, I am the Warrior of Light."
The bitterness that coats her words is slick enough to slide on, and when she swallows it back, it's with an irritated grimace. "So, yeah. Just a normal amount of doubt. Nothing to see here."