The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 3: Fallen, fallen, little Fallen

"What, no... wait!" 'Thud!' and with that, the little Fallen's world went blank, losing her consciousness.

This scene repeated in her mind over and over again since then, floating in the dark abyss she found herself.

Thinking continuously: "What? am i dead? Is this the end of my path?" she can only ponder endless, still clueless what happened, where she is.

Angels not created since the death of their creator — the God of the Bible. Their numbers continually dropping, both fallen, and those who not fallen and remained pure. Their days to disappear coming ever fast, and now, one less remained.

"Disappointing..." she muttered somewhat sour.

Thinking back her life, since she fell many years ago, she didn't do much, just following orders, enjoying herself, this filled her every day.

Pondering on it, aside from the usual play, her life was quite bland, only joining Raynare because she hoped some excitement, maybe entertainment? Or some advancement in her empty life?

Not as it mattered anymore, she is most likely dead. All she wanted is lost forever.

"To be someone meaningful, just once...!" And just like that, she failed, like always. Just like back in heaven. Just like when she fell, and afterward, she can't do anything right! She was really a disappointment. Even as an angel, even as a Fallen.

"Mittelt only wanted to someone who cares about her..."

Whispering, a drop of tear poured down on her cheek, and the little Fallen can only smile bitterly looking around, realizing the nothingness she floated in.

"If this is what awaits us angels after death, it is quite disappointing..." strangely, even after she fell, she never thought about what will be after she dies.

No angel thought about that, as even they can't precisely know how long they can live. Maybe it cannot be measured in human years.

Amongst every living being, maybe just humans think about what awaits them after death. Such pitiful people, barely live before dying. Yet, her "Father" adored them, seeing a huge potential in that waste of breath race.

In all honesty, even after being an Angel for a while, the little fallen could never understand her creator, neither his obsession with that "purity" thing. Not even his projects, and a lot more else God worked on in the meantime.

But after all, according to many, she was never the cleverest, back then, and now as a Fallen. She just followed orders, living day after day.

But now, as she floated in the dark nothingness, she seriously considered, she should ponder more what awaits her once things finished! Because this dark nothingness around was seriously disappointing.

"Ahhh! What Mittelt will do there?" Nothing around, just silence, darkness, and emptiness... oblivion! If she needs to spend her remaining time here, she will go crazy sooner or later. Sooner, if she has to guess.

"Mittelt already speaking in herself, and she not even spent..." for a moment, she stopped, trying to calculate how long she is floating here. "JUST HOW MUCH TIME MITTELT SPENT HERE!?"

She already lost her sense of time; she is going crazy sooner than she expected!

"If Mittelt can't get out there, she will lose herself!" She grabbed her head, on the verge to break down! Now, as she remained silent for a moment, she realized what will happen, and it filled her with... terror!

"NO!"

No! She doesn't want to disappear! Not yet! She wanted to do many more things! Indulge herself, eating, doing fun things!