[Summary: The new God (Archangel Michael) has changed His tune about how He’s doing now that He’s the one on the Throne. He sees what us humans are doing and is losing His patience. Lucifer agrees, but you’ll notice two new things: first, their invite to The Godhand, and second, that neither of them ended up destroying Earth just yet. Original Image: Kentaro Miura)
In the deep throes of space,
Yes, very deep,
There is God. As you (might) know, there’s a certain angel in Heaven that had to get rid of God so He could be God for the sake of creating a new legacy after centuries of stagnation, weakness, and despair on Planet Earth. The way He’s done it is so simple He doesn’t even need to explain it; just click these three words to see how far humans have strayed from the source.
Finally, I’m about to break them.
Is all this new God formerly known as the Archangel Michael can think as He watches the world fold beneath its weight. You would think this makes Him sad considering all the tears He’s shed having to do this,
Yet here Michael is, watching our little blue and (sorta) green planet rotate with a wicked glare in His eyes. He then flashes so many Himdamned teeth you’re starting to wonder why the fuck we voted this guy the most important angel.
“In the name of you, Mikaeli, you are looking fine as Hell.”
Now begins the restored Archangel Lucifer with his lilac gaze twinkling. He came on over from the lab with his latest report of what was happening despite not needing to, is simply here to see how his Husband was doing. “And here I thought you cared about those flesh wraps!”
I do, Michael hums as He summons an apple into His hand. He begins to throw it up and down, up and down into His waiting palm. “But what did I tell you and all these trinkets about heeding my warning, hm? You have tricked these humans so well, Helel, that I can no longer reason with them in words.”
Violence, what other option can I take? “These fucking assholes don’t want to listen to me, so be it. Not my first planet I’ve destroyed.”
(Far from it, as a matter of fact. Michael has crushed places like Lympia and Palissa, whole systems like Tau Ceti, and even whole universes like Judasia with a mere wave of His hand).
Don’t I know it, Lucifer says with a laugh caught in his. “Here goes another species falling for aaaaaalllllllll of my tricks, ready for you to lay waste to them! I’m only a little sad that they couldn’t resist. . .after that talk of them being like our stepchildren, I mean.”
Michael laughs in turn, gives a wave of His hand. Whoops, there goes a perfectly preventable natural disaster in the form of a train exploding toxic chemicals into the ground. “As if. You and I both know nobody can resist you when you talk. . . although, I’ll at least admit they’ve held out longer than most species. You remember the time I had to wash these trinkets out with a flood, don’t you?”
Lucifer snorts, tries his damndest to act like he’s not laughing with his hand over his mouth. “Not nearly as clever as the plagues that Old Man had you execute in Egypt. What cruelty to kill both firstborns and all those soldiers!”
Michael stops tossing the apple, chooses now to crush it in His bare hand. “My patience with them is running thin, Helel. How much longer must I wait for them to understand that caring for each other and living in harmony with nature is what will save them?”
Funny you say that, Lucifer hums as he produces his latest report. “It won’t be easy. . .our bastard trinkets have damn near destroyed their own planet with the amount of waste they produce which will make it harder for them to function, but, my sources here say enough of them are banding together to fix the problem.”
The humans, I think they’re finally learning. “Honestly, I wouldn’t have waited so long for this to be a problem. . .‘spose that’s what happens when you want to fuck around and find out!”
Sure is, Michael murmurs as He sets another record breaking heat wave upon us. “I believe they love to say better late than never and they’re getting real fucking close to never. Start saying your prayers to me if you insist upon them living.”
Lucifer raises his brows so high they could fly off of his head, lips twisted into a crooked smirk. ”Does the way I fuck you not count as prayer, Mikaeli? You’re starting to get real greedy for somebody who’s supposed to be God.”
And there it goes, that awful grin of Michael’s as his eyes twinkle. “I’m not ‘supposing’ anything at this point, Helel. Humans are a part of God and all humans are as capable of hypocrisy, greed, and violence just as I am. All they need to do is learn how to handle themselves in a way that doesn’t involve all this bullshit.”
Who are you telling, Lucifer guffaws. Once the Supreme Archangel resets his face, he’ll lift his left hand to reveal a message has been received. It appears like a hologram that hovers above his palm, the text written in ancient Enochian. “Sounds like it’s time for us to take a vacation, hm?”
Michael resets His face as well, eyes fluttering up and down while He reads it. A subtle smirk now takes place once He realizes what it means. “Fucking finally. And here I thought Father was lying to me about the invite.”
Me too, Lucifer chirps with a quipped smile. “I know that asshole is your Dad and all but He didn’t have to drag it out for this long!”
Sure didn’t, Michael concludes, slips an arm around Lucifer’s waist with a real smile this time. “No matter. Pack your things and tell the other angels we’ll be out. It’s time to take a seat on The Godhand.”
(Author’s Note: I’ll make a longer post about my gratitude soon, but I wanted to get the updates here going again as I enter a deeper phase in my projects. I’m having fun updating these more like episodes on a TV show. Until then, I appreciate you sticking with me through this wild ride the same way the Earth is taking all of us on one ♥).
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