Mount Celestia (Part One)

Tycondrius nodded slowly. 

Mount Celestia.

And on a middle layer--

Wait, no... 

Mount Celestia only HAD seven layers! He was near the fucking TOP!!!

"Why am I on the Sixth. Fucking. Layer??" Tycon frowned. "Aren't I supposed to start from the bottom? To prove my worth or-- my holiness or... or my devout-itude?" 

"Devotion, Tyrael. The word is devotion."

"I am *supposed* to climb this mountain," Tycon insisted. 

It would be easier to escape from the bottom layer. With any luck, he'd be able to cast himself down into a random hell. With how common 'fallen angels' were in myths and legends, he surmised it was a feasible goal. 

"You already climbed it," Khalkyd answered simply. 

Tycon cast a suspicious glare at the floating angel.

...but his suspicions were folly. That thing couldn't lie. 

Also, it was too stupid to be deceitful in any fashion.