Godboy -wiggles eyebrows-
[ ◕ — "God." He scoffs bitterly. "I don’t think that fellow’s my biggest fan. Though it goes both ways." He could feel adrenaline rush through his veins. Why was he suddenly becoming so worked up? "I used to have faith and hope and all that junk, you know. Before I realized it’s sweeter in the dark. That guy, he…" Lifting his glare up to the ceiling, Spike’s voice grew with anger. "…he’s a lie! You don’t care, do you? Not even a little. People die. Tragedies happen. You let me kill them." He began to pace, his gaze now roaming around the room. "YOU LET ME KILL THEM." He didn’t regret taking any of the lives he swallowed, no. That wasn’t his issue. God would never be able to fully triumph over evil, not in this age. Spike knew that and he knew it well but he had a grudge. He blamed his troubles on the man upstairs. Oh how he blamed him. "She didn’t love me." He whispered. "I went to you. I did the right thing and she still DIDN’T LOVE ME." Humorless laughter sprouted from frowned lips. "What use is your pathetic soul? It won’t make them love you. She won’t love you." Swallowing harshly, he stayed quiet. It felt as if he was done. Truthfully, he could go on and on, yelling rubbish as if he had a pure reason for the hate he felt. "Fall off your cloud throne and burn with the rest of us."Â
