It is obvious, yes.
Still, it bears repeating: I am the most loved!
The Lord chose me among them all, me! Yes, most beautiful, yes most intelligent, and charming, of course!
The Lord always loved me more. He gave me so much! Allowed me to live in such beauty and luxury for so long. I am, of course, deservedly humbled.
Look at my companions: so many! They are, of course, also the most beautiful of The Beautiful Ones! How else could it ever be.
No, this is not "punishment"! Are you mad now? He does not just "take it away". How dare you? He gave it to you in the first place. Now he asks for something in return, no?
That's right! He will uplift you. No, ascension to an Angel it is not. Correct. Might be better actually, Angels have so much to do, bloody work!
I will perceive the utmost luxury: eternally resting in The Lord. Suitable for such a splendid, supreme specimen as myself!
She held her arms outstretched to her sides in a t-shape, closed her eyes, smiled smugly.
Commander Michael 3, Vox Throni, lifted both arms over her head. On her exhaling she allowed the servos in her shoulders to whirl. Her arms came down like lightning. The giant, heavy, two-handed sword cut through Eve Lauren 41 like she had already ceased to exist.
She rests in The Lord now.
Supremely.
Eve Lauren 41, an inner monologue
An Eve just knows how good she has it.
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