Asmael
The archangel tapped the side of the bowl nonchalantly. It wasn't that the food was bad, no, he enjoyed it. But something was bothering him, like he had forgotten something and couldn't quite tell what. He almost looked bored. No, sad.
Humans enjoyed food and nourishment enough for it to be considered a sin in itself. He wished to understand that kind of joy, and it wasn't that the flavor wasn't good but he never quite could smile the same way. There was a time where he was a rebellious child, who sought to mingle with humans so much that he ate, and ate, and ate so much he emptied 12,000 farms highhandedly, oxen, crops and even-
Don't forget.
Asmael ate the food eagerly, smiling and grinning without a shred of doubt. This food was delicious, for it was made with the creations of his father. He would never do something so callous as to rudely tap a spoon on a plate, or so much as look discontent. Because a holy beacon had to be an example of virtue, and to be a proper guest is the greatest virtue of all. He would never stop eating. Never stop. Never. WOuld never. No. Never. Impossible. Not allowed. 0% 0%
Why why why why why why why!? Stop it make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop! I didn't mean to I didn't mean to I didn't mean to. Why? No non nononononononnon!
Asmael ate the food normally. He had no reason to feel happy, or sad. All was good, he was a weapon after all, weapons don't need feelings. It was best if he never felt a thing again. And yet, looking back, something sparked in his heart when he looked at the other one sitting at the table. "Brotheeer, why must we wear clothes? It's not like we have anything to hide..."
Humans wore clothes because displaying their genitals was seen as problematic. His brother loved humans, therefore he loved humans too. No, that's not quite it. He didn't... he couldn't love anything. But his brother was different. It was the one emotion he couldn't kill.
I like playing, it's fun, but in truth it'd be fine even if we didn't play. As long as I can be together with my brother, as long as he looks like he's having fun. But brother looks the happiest when he's playing the human make-believe game, so I said, "play with me".
Then why did you kill your brother?
FATAL ERROR
ABORTING HAZARDOUS LOGIC
RESETTING PERSONALITY PARAMETERS TO OPTIMAL VALUES
MISSION ASSESSMENT: END THE HOLY WAR
ACCEPTABLE FAILURE PARAMETERS: 0%
Asmael didn't so much as touch the food. Instead, he looked at the other one, who might or might not be digging into her food. It didn't matter. He just smiled impenetrably at her with the kind of expression that felt harder to read than an ancient scribble. Not doing anything for the longest of times.
"Can't believe this guy is charging so much for soup. Any lazier than this and you could open a can and put it on the table." He mused with a content expression.