death and decision = turning point

They gave me a choice, you know, when I died.

I guess I was important enough to have one.

Heaven or Hell?

The sane answer's Heaven, obviously, where you get happiness and eternalness and whatnot.

(I still can't believe "eternalness" is a word.)

So, in the beginning, I chose Heaven.

I was lavished in everything good and pure, and I enjoyed it.

For a while.

But there were rules. Of course there were rules. Otherwise why would they give us all the good stuff?

No women, only wine.

Everyone's equal under God, so no pride either.

Et cetera.

So one day, I fell.

Drinking my tea, the clouds opened up below me.

Alice fell down the rabbit hole.

Still calmly drinking my tea, I waved hello to the angels and the humans and soon enough, the demons too.

I worked my way up the ranks, sucked up to Satan, and pleased most everyone in one way or the other.

I wasn't Alice anymore, no.

I took down the prince because he wouldn't bend to my will.

Soon enough, I gained a new name and a new future.

Not Alice...

Malphas.