Here’s the prologue of my Evil Emily fanfic! “Mother of Heaven”
It’s the first time I’ve written in a long while, so I hope it turned out okay. I’m leaving it here—feel free to leave comments so I can know what to improve, alright? If you don’t like it, that’s totally fine too. I know this kind of story isn’t for everyone.
>!When a new soul ascended and arrived at Heaven’s golden gates, they were always greeted with great joy by Saint Peter and his enormous smile. A new winner had just arrived, and the blond couldn’t contain his excitement.
— Hello, sweetheart! Welcome to Heaven!
— W-Who are you?
— Oh, forgive me, dear. I didn’t introduce myself properly. I am Saint Peter, your guide in your eternal rest —his already wide smile grew even bigger— You must be tired, baby, come with me to your new home!
The newcomer looked at him in amazement, still unable to believe his situation. He was dead, Heaven was real, there was an angel welcoming him at the entrance, he had wings and a halo. But despite all that, something in his host’s words caught his attention.
— Baby? —the winner repeated, confused— But I’m not a—
— You don’t need to ask questions anymore, love, you’re in a better place —the angel interrupted— And it’s time for you to join the others.
Peter gently guided him toward the doors, which opened before them. They entered paradise, the golden gates softly closing behind them with a click. Behind them, a new Saint Peter appeared at the podium by the gate, wearing the same smile and enthusiasm for the next arriving soul.
— Good morning, sweetheart! Welcome to Heaven! —the other Peter said with a bright smile to the next arrival— You don’t have to worry anymore, you’ve reached paradise!
Inside Heaven, the newly arrived winner looked around in awe. His eyes wandered through every corner, unable to believe what he was seeing. Beside him, Saint Peter rested a gentle hand on his shoulder, his giant smile still in place.
— What do you think of Heaven, darling? Isn’t it wonderful? —the blond asked.
— N-no… it’s not what I expected… —the winner admitted honestly.
And he wasn’t wrong. The Heaven he had imagined upon dying was solemn, filled with white and serious angels. He had even expected to see God Himself as the Bible had taught him. But what stood before him was nothing like he had imagined.
There were too many pastel colors. Pinks, light blues, and yellows covering everything—the buildings, the clouds, the carpeted ground. But most of all, the angels’ clothing, as they laughed foolishly while playing with toys and dolls, free of worries… and thought.
Peter noticed his companion standing there with his mouth open. With a smile, he reached over and gently closed it, snapping the newcomer out of his daze.
— Don’t worry, baby, it’s surprising the first time you see it —Peter squeezed his shoulder affectionately— But you’ll adapt quickly, everyone does. Mother created this perfect paradise for all her children.
— Who is Mother?
Saint Peter looked at him in confusion, as if no one had ever asked that question before. But the moment faded, and his smile grew even wider. He took a deep breath, placing a hand over his chest.
— Mother… ah, words aren’t enough to describe her —he confessed dreamily— She is so wonderful. She created the perfect Heaven, she is the kindest and sweetest being in the universe, she loves all of us without distinction, and she is… she is the reason I live…
Saint Peter fell silent for a moment, as if recalling something important, but seconds passed and he didn’t react. The newcomer noticed he had frozen and was about to touch him to snap him out of it, but Peter suddenly came back to himself, returning to his usual exaggerated smile.
— But it’s better if you meet her yourself! Nothing I say could compare to seeing her in person! —he blinked quickly, then clapped his fist into his palm— But first, we have something to do!
Saint Peter spread his wings and grabbed his companion’s hand with a strength that didn’t match his slender frame.
— Now let’s give you a tour of your new home!
— Wait! But I don’t know how to fly! —but he was cut off as the saint took off at full speed. The winner screamed and clung tightly to his guide.
From above, Saint Peter pointed out each area with overwhelming enthusiasm. He began with what looked like a massive nursery pen, where many angels played with toys—some gently and calmly, others roughly and without control. The winner looked uncomfortable at the sight, while Peter smiled sweetly.
— That is the New Childhood Area —he explained— There, those who were deprived of the joy of childhood can finally experience it, no matter their age.
Inside the enclosure, an adult angel with brown hair and golden wings, dressed in a pastel pink tunic, played roughly with a snake-shaped toy, wearing a mischievous grin. His play seemed intense, as some angels kept their distance from him, uneasy.
— But to prevent them from hurting themselves in their fun, our loving Mother —his happiness was obvious— created the perfect solution: the nannies. Look, there’s one.
As he pointed out, a silver-haired angel with short hair and golden eyes, dressed in a black dress with a white apron, approached the pink-clad angel. They couldn’t hear what she said from that height, but they saw the adult angel pout before resuming his play in a calmer, more controlled way, while the nanny gently stroked his hair.
— Such a perfect system, just like everything our Mother does —Peter said proudly— Let’s continue the tour.!<
>! Before the winner could say anything, Peter dragged him along again. Along the way, the newcomer noticed something below them that looked like it was under construction, covered by a large pale blue sheet.
— Saint Peter, what is that? —he pointed at the area below.
The saint followed his finger, and for a brief moment, his ever-present smile stiffened. He said nothing for a few seconds before letting out a laugh.
— That? It’s a surprise Mother is preparing for us —he replied in an overly sweet voice— No one knows what it is, and she doesn’t allow us to find out. So you’d better not go snooping around, alright?
— Snooping? —he asked, confused— I wasn’t going to do anything, I was just asking.
— And it’s good that you won’t, but I still have to warn you —his smile disappeared, and all traces of warmth left his voice— You wouldn’t want to be a bad child, would you?
His companion fell silent at the sudden shift in tone from the ever-cheerful angel. He slowly shook his head. Saint Peter quickly regained his composure and returned to his exaggerated smile.
— You’re such a good boy, I knew you would fit in here! —his eyes widened as he pointed ahead enthusiastically— Look, we’re almost there!
Before them stood a massive pastel-colored castle, with flags waving at its towers and nanny angels standing guard, just like something out of a fairy tale. They descended until they reached what appeared to be a suspension bridge. Saint Peter gently nudged his companion toward the entrance with his wing.
— Go on, Mother is waiting for you. She wants to welcome you personally.
— Really? Am I that special?
— Everyone is special to her, that’s why she works so hard to make Heaven a perfect place —he gave him a soft pat on the back— Now go, so you can admire our lady.
As he watched the newcomer walk across the bridge, Peter clasped his hands in front of him, his smile stretching into something almost inhuman.
— And may she bring you into harmony with the others.
The winner crossed the bridge and reached the massive doors in front of him, which opened to let him in. Inside, he found a large hall filled with other angels talking among themselves in confusion—likely the other newcomers Peter had mentioned. None of them noticed the doors quietly closing behind them, nor the shining lock that sealed them shut.
They continued talking until they were interrupted by a voice, sweet and joyful, accompanied by excited applause.
— How wonderful that you’re all here! You have no idea how excited I am to meet you!
Everyone looked up toward the ceiling. There, descending on six wings, was an angel with gray skin, a white dress, and long silver hair. Her blue eyes sparkled with joy as she looked at each of them, as if they were stars in the sky. She extended her arms in a welcoming gesture.
— Welcome to Heaven, my children, to your joyful and eternal rest! I am Emily, and I will make sure your stay here is perfect for you!
Some applauded her words, while others looked at her in confusion. To many, Emily seemed trustworthy, happy, and kind, while others were taken aback by her demeanor, as it wasn’t what they had imagined an angel to be.
Slowly, a group of nannies positioned themselves around the newcomers, but no one noticed them, too focused on the radiant seraph.
— I will take care of you, love you, and make your lives here sweet and happy forever! And pain will never trouble you again!
Emily’s smile widened as she placed her hands over her chest. The nannies smiled in unison.
— But before that... allow me to remove anything that might cause you pain... anything that burdens you... anything that hurts you...
Emily clapped her hands together. When she opened them, a blue glow emerged, something the newcomers couldn’t look away from—it was too mesmerizing. Their pupils shrank, and Emily smiled in delight. Her voice became soft, hypnotic.
— That’s right... look at the light, my children... —she spoke gently, her gaze fixed on them— Doesn’t it feel wonderful? Everything bad fades away... only the good remains...
Some of the newcomers nodded, already captivated by her words. A few seemed to resist slightly, so Emily made the light shine brighter.
— There will be no more horrible memories, no past that makes you suffer... no pain that keeps you from being happy... only sweetness, softness, and beauty —she smiled as she saw they couldn’t stop looking at her— There is no need to think anymore... no need to feel bad... you can finally become what you were meant to be... children under my care.
The newcomers nodded at her words, no longer thinking about anything except what she told them. Sweetness, love, joy—that was all that filled their minds now.
— Don’t worry, my children. Your Mother in Heaven will guide you and love you forever.
For a brief moment, despite their radiance, Emily’s eyes flickered with something darker.
— And I don’t plan to let you go.!<