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Today, an angel spoke to me. Not nearly as impressive as advertised. There was no choir music, or blinding lights. Just a whole lot of feathers and way too many beady eyes, staring. Judging. Still, that's one more thing I can check off ye ol' bucket list. Sure, the deadline for that has long past, but I've found that the key to surviving the afterlife is to have clear and actionable goals. You start lazing about, once you've bit the big one, and it's curtains.

Which is why, despite the looming threat of hygiene, I decided to take the doomsayers advice and make pilgrimage to the holy land. The big P in the sky. God's swanky crib. Cloud 9. Heaven. Or at least that was the plan until the giant glowing cabbage moth appeared and laid out, in excruciating vivid detail, exactly what I'd need to do to gain admittance.

Climb a mountain. Repent my mortal sins. Enter garden. Flex.

Okay, so I added that last part. But still, talk about a spiritual journey. That ain't no molehill over there. And sure, seven sins doesn't seem like a lot, but if you factor in repeat offences, this could take an eternity and I don't have that kind of time. My little doom is looming.

There's got to be another way.

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I was originally going to combine today's prompt with tomorrows, Angel and Demon, for symmetry's sake, but I want to do the full 31 this year, so I needed to make changes.
It actually worked out, because I think these two ideas flow better with the story.
Let me know what you think.
More on the way.

Description

Today, an angel spoke to me. Not nearly as impressive as advertised. There was no choir music, or blinding lights. Just a whole lot of feathers and way too many beady eyes, staring. Judging. Still, that's one more thing I can check off ye ol' bucket list. Sure, the deadline for that has long past, but I've found that the key to surviving the afterlife is to have clear and actionable goals. You start lazing about, once you've bit the big one, and it's curtains.

Which is why, despite the looming threat of hygiene, I decided to take the doomsayers advice and make pilgrimage to the holy land. The big P in the sky. God's swanky crib. Cloud 9. Heaven. Or at least that was the plan until the giant glowing cabbage moth appeared and laid out, in excruciating vivid detail, exactly what I'd need to do to gain admittance.

Climb a mountain. Repent my mortal sins. Enter garden. Flex.

Okay, so I added that last part. But still, talk about a spiritual journey. That ain't no molehill over there. And sure, seven sins doesn't seem like a lot, but if you factor in repeat offences, this could take an eternity and I don't have that kind of time. My little doom is looming.

There's got to be another way.

---

I was originally going to combine today's prompt with tomorrows, Angel and Demon, for symmetry's sake, but I want to do the full 31 this year, so I needed to make changes.
It actually worked out, because I think these two ideas flow better with the story.
Let me know what you think.
More on the way.