A Fall to Heaven

I once kneeled to the statue of a Saint, I kneeled and asked him, 'Why do you stand so tall, in this colony of ants?' and he did not reply. Nobody replied. Nobody in this room of crowded knowledge could think of anything that might comfort me. So instead they converted me.

'It isn't just he that is so tall; "He" is taller.' they told me. For years I loved Him, but for years he hadn't spoken a word of his own. I fell into a swift silence that night and slept.

Its eyes were blackened by the shade of its armour; its walk was rough on the ground, staggered but orderly across the desolate pits below me, below us. One more step and I'll be there with it, with its malice eminating into me, I can't let it get any closer...

Foul screeches and orcish laughter spitted at me from behind. That laughter I will never forget, or forgive, for it made me right then. It made me who I am. The blue night shifted in from above, and I yelled, yelled twice, yelled thr-... there was no point, I was going to die.

The armoured terror shifted from side to side each time I looked down; my eyes were blistered with the idea of ending up as a pile of fallen nourishment for that thing.

I could smell it. Some rancid creation of a horde of dungeon-dwelling beasts clanking with every footstep below, and I could smell it. A thousand sacrificial drums sounded across this empty place, empty of feeling, empty of beauty, empty of rationality. The dungeon fell into a cold silence at the sound of the final drum. I felt a stick dig into my spine; I felt the still air as I fell.

The sound of the crowd grew louder as I fell. Crashing with a crescendo of spitting laughter onto the stone-bed rock. Finally at peace in my stone-bed, I heard the trampling of armoured, forsaken hate as I closed my eyes, and smiled. I was home.

They came to me the next morning and asked how I slept. I responded with a look. 'I said, how did you sleep?'. I cut the nearest one to me; his robes of white began dripping with his holy blood, and as his eyes drained from his face and a little cackle rose out from me. That laugh. Am I...?