The Legend of the Pervy Archangel
Hey, everyone! It's Brandon, the writer of The Legend of the Pervy Archangel. Since this is being posted on Honey Anime's light novel site, I figured I would create an afterword and talk about my book, you know, so I can feel like a real light novel author.
Believe it or not, The Legend of the Pervy Archangel is an older story that I wrote five years ago. It's been sitting in my hard drive all these years, collecting virtual dust. I wasn't sure what to do with it. I didn't know if I should try to get it published, or if I should just leave it because, let's face it, the idea for this story is kinda dumb. I mean, I think it's funny, but it's also really stupid.
My inspiration for it came from a combination of Highschool DxD and Naruto, oddly enough. You see, Jiraiya writes porn. He's a smut author. However, he also had a book called The Legend of the Gutsy Ninja. I remember thinking about that one day while I was watching Highschool DxD and wondering what would happen if there was a perverted angel who peeped on women. Thus the tale of the pervy archangel Michael was born.
I've also enjoyed screwing with people. Whether it's pulling pranks, telling crass jokes, or teasing others, I think it's a lot of fun. The Legend of the Percy Archangel is basically me pulling a really crass joke on religion. Of course, being a Christian myself, I feel that it's not only my right, but also my sworn duty to poke holes in all of the contradictions that are to be found here. No religion is perfect. Also, I feel like if you can't make fun of the things you like, then you probably don't like it enough. It's like how Space Balls is off the wall hilarious. You know it's poking fun of Star Wars, but you love specifically for that reason.
Saying all that, I've never considered myself super religious. Perhaps that's why I don't mind making fun of religion. My grandparents would probably die of a heart attack if they ever found out about this story.
I don't have a whole lot more to say other than I hope you all had a blast reading this story. If you didn't squirt milk out your nose, bust your left nutsack, or pop your tits, from laughing too hard, then I have clearly failed as a writer.