I no longer harbor any interest in the affairs of the transitory beings of this plane. Unlike so many of my brethren, I understand full well the folly of my ways in contesting the will of the One and I am at peace with my state now. I am denied return to the Light and I am constrained to exist in a capacity far diminished from that which I once enjoyed.
I understand and accept that, so what to be gained from tormenting the creations of He who banished me here? It is a fruitless endeavor embodying a pettiness unbecoming of even one of my diminished standing. For all that has transpired, I am still better than that. And yet, I would seem I am not to be allowed the privilege of solitude or the option of indifference.
I want nothing nor do I ask anything but to be left to my own and not influenced or constrained by beings either Infernal or Celestial. But it isn’t enough for me to rot or repent here where none can see. So it would seem. There passes not a single day I am not beset by either agents of the Fallen or of the Seraphim seeking either my participation in some heinous act or seeking to punish me for continuing to exist in light of my betrayal so very, very long ago.
To both I would implore to be content to let me forget and be forgotten. Perhaps someday they will agree.
This story was written for the weekly Thursday Threads flash fiction prompt phrase: "But it isn’t enough for me to rot or repent here where none can see."