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Ariel (defectedfromgod) wrote in utr_logs,

Ariel was surprised at the reply, which made it all the clearer, he supposed, that there was so much still to learn. He set the sake glass down; no need to court pain in the morning. "Purification," he echoed, mind spiraling away into thoughts and formulas, ideas and conjectures. Dear God. One wondered.

He didn't dare voice such thoughts, though, and instead spoke of the other thing that weighed on his mind. "Mortals don't grasp the idea that any being would be denied the forgiveness of God. And it's a paradox, at least for them." He leaned forward, arms bent on the countertop. "Their natural inclination is to think no sin is too great, no sinner irredeemable. But to sympathize, and possibly to pity, the man in the stocks is frowned upon by this allegedly beneficent God."

He shook his head, hoping the demon wouldn't get upset and accuse him of pitying him. He felt no pity for Mephisto, but he felt no great urge to justify God.