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"It is not known precisely where angels dwell whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode." Voltaire
"VEGAS BABY- WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 50,000 Batchelor and Bachelorette parties.
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Azrael stood outside the room, trying not to get too close to anybody and inadvertently give them cancer of the balls or something. I raised an eyebrow at him, I insisted on this stop. When you are going to hell, literally, there are no guarantees of a return trip.
"Thank God, you're O.K., Raul." and he was, His flesh was as warm as ever, no instant greying of hair or claw marks near the eyes, Zeke hadn't shown him his true form, there is that to be grateful for, at least.
"He...He wasn't human was he...and that voice, that voice from the security guy. He wasn't human either." Raul was holding his drink like a nervous father would hold his newborn.
"There is something human in Zeke, through a glass darkly. The other guy, not so much. You've been in combat, Imagine the best soldier ever, but his tour is something like 250 million years"
"Hannah, what the hell are you talking about. That doesn't make any sense. None of this makes any Goddamn sense."
"You know I hate that word, Raul. You shouldn't play with things you don't understand. Except, you have to now, no way around it. You resisted Zeke, I felt it. You must really love me, and I love you too, but it doesn't come naturally to me, I am not a creature of free will, if I forget that then I could easily become like Ze....the demon you encountered." Was I going to do it, did I dare. Yeah, I was, in for a penny.
It wasn't a lingering kiss, or a massive exercise of power. It just undid a little of what was done when another angel had pressed their finger to his lips when he was born.
I instantly felt a pain worse than the worst migraine headache; I thought I was being capital P Punished, but it wasn't that.
"Wow, that was great you have never kissed me like...wait....all these things in my head are they tru...Hey are you o.k.?" Raul said, worriedly.
"I will be O.K., something happened. Someone gave hell's loosest cannon, how to translate this to your nerd brain, someone gave Anakin Skywalker a shiny new lightsaber, and the nuclear launch codes." I didn't know what happened, but it can't be good, can it?"
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"Every Angel is terrifying" Rilke
"Bury me an angel God, I need some inspiration." White Zombie- Supercharger Heaven
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As I began to materialize the object was coming at my head at about 200 miles an hour. My reflexes are better than human but to have hands soft enough to catch it coming in that hot was without breaking the bottle, impressive, I don't care who you are. O.k. well maybe not to the guy who threw it. A Bud Light, the official beer of hell, just as Trump fans and beer snobs had come to suspect.
"So, tell me Zeke ol' buddy, ol' pal, do you have any tips for how to fight Michael in case I ever have to do it again.", he said.
I could have used any of a baker's dozen names for him, but I went with my favorite, "Well Luci, I just hope you don't crap your pants, cause I almost did.", I smiled at him, and he started to laugh.
Luci's laugh was musical like the laughter of children. Makes you want to forget what he is, you do that at your peril, I should know, I did it once. Once. The Christians would insist there is no real merriment in it, like everything he does is sinister, it isn't like that, would be easier if it was.
"Sorry your little mission got interrupted. Maybe it's time for me to visit the Senator as Nevada kingmaker, Moe Diaz."
As Moe Diaz, Asmodeus...Luci does love his wordplay, hey it gets boring in hell, even for him. I just facepalmed, it's one of my favorite human gestures, like I say, boring.
"Don't worry, Hezekiel, I am sending you right back up. Michael didn't try to bind you or anything. But I need to ask your permission for something." Lucifer looked into my eyes and my blood turned cold, he didn't ask any ones permission for anything not even The Other Guy.
"It's just a courtesy. Zeke, I have a chance to take out a top 25 American city, with Heaven's blessing and I am gonna take it.", he looked serious now, that's not comforting either.
I was shocked, "I haven't been New Orleans guardian angel in a long time, do as thou wilt".
"Sometimes, you really are as dense as you look Zeke, it's not The Big Easy, hasn't that place suffered enough, it's Vegas, but, and this is the part that makes it, at least tangentially your business, I get to take out it's guardian as a throw in. I know this is gonna make you feel some kind of way, so I am willing to throw you a cookie. Whatdya think?"
"To destroy Vegas, you would have to destroy Haniel, she would do anything to save it" I said carefully, he was talking to me like it was a negotiation, but he doesn't lose those, and we both know it.
"You don't need my permission but if you want my goodwill for reasons of your own. I want two things.", I said, my heart in my chest.
"I'm listening" and he was.
"If an angel has to die in Vegas, my hand on the sword. Haniel picked a fucking mortal over me, and like you said, it makes me feel some kinda way. She is my age and power, so I want you to boost me so I can do a clean job, also there is gonna be a power vaccum, with Vegas gone, I think New Orleans is gonna be the next big thing, and I want in. Why would He allow this, you know there is gonna be a Pray for Vegas movement, Sin City is going to be Saint City, it's dumb it makes no sense. Haniel has been cleaning up the mob influence, Vegas isn't that bad anymore" I hated asking Luci questions but I had to this time.
"Things are strange. I mean we have all been pretending to be cool with the fact Azrael lost his mind when Bergen-Belsen was liberated, and I haven't heard from Him, since Covid, this is so ham handed, I think it's Michael." He looked at me with utter seriousness and I felt in my heart he couldn't be lying, felt it in the innermost fiber of my being, so he probably was. "How much of a boost and for how long, a thousand years." As much as you will give me, I will meet your price, and I only want it for a month."
"A MONTH, that's an eyeblink" he smiled that serpent's smile. "O.K., you're a rock star, I am not giving you enough to go toe to toe with Samael or Uriel, certainly not Michael but you could hold your own with a garden variety Archangel, maybe Novalis. Are we sure you are just hunting poor Haniel?"
"Just Haniel, and a little personal power for me.", I said, I don't mean to brag, but tell me when someone else has the balls to lie flat out to the Father of Lies.
Actually, I was going to meet with Haniel right here, the dissonance of her presence here should create static for prying ears, but first a stop by my old stomping grounds to see a Voudon Priest.
If someone messes with Las Vegas, Nevada they deal with her. And if someone messes with her, they deal with me. Laissez les bon temps rouler.
Just as I left, I heard a voice behind me, "Oh Zeke....Give em' Hell", O.K. now I am terrified.
"VEGAS BABY- WOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 50,000 Batchelor and Bachelorette parties.
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Azrael stood outside the room, trying not to get too close to anybody and inadvertently give them cancer of the balls or something. I raised an eyebrow at him, I insisted on this stop. When you are going to hell, literally, there are no guarantees of a return trip.
"Thank God, you're O.K., Raul." and he was, His flesh was as warm as ever, no instant greying of hair or claw marks near the eyes, Zeke hadn't shown him his true form, there is that to be grateful for, at least.
"He...He wasn't human was he...and that voice, that voice from the security guy. He wasn't human either." Raul was holding his drink like a nervous father would hold his newborn.
"There is something human in Zeke, through a glass darkly. The other guy, not so much. You've been in combat, Imagine the best soldier ever, but his tour is something like 250 million years"
"Hannah, what the hell are you talking about. That doesn't make any sense. None of this makes any Goddamn sense."
"You know I hate that word, Raul. You shouldn't play with things you don't understand. Except, you have to now, no way around it. You resisted Zeke, I felt it. You must really love me, and I love you too, but it doesn't come naturally to me, I am not a creature of free will, if I forget that then I could easily become like Ze....the demon you encountered." Was I going to do it, did I dare. Yeah, I was, in for a penny.
It wasn't a lingering kiss, or a massive exercise of power. It just undid a little of what was done when another angel had pressed their finger to his lips when he was born.
I instantly felt a pain worse than the worst migraine headache; I thought I was being capital P Punished, but it wasn't that.
"Wow, that was great you have never kissed me like...wait....all these things in my head are they tru...Hey are you o.k.?" Raul said, worriedly.
"I will be O.K., something happened. Someone gave hell's loosest cannon, how to translate this to your nerd brain, someone gave Anakin Skywalker a shiny new lightsaber, and the nuclear launch codes." I didn't know what happened, but it can't be good, can it?"
******************************************************************************************
"Every Angel is terrifying" Rilke
"Bury me an angel God, I need some inspiration." White Zombie- Supercharger Heaven
******************************************************************************************
As I began to materialize the object was coming at my head at about 200 miles an hour. My reflexes are better than human but to have hands soft enough to catch it coming in that hot was without breaking the bottle, impressive, I don't care who you are. O.k. well maybe not to the guy who threw it. A Bud Light, the official beer of hell, just as Trump fans and beer snobs had come to suspect.
"So, tell me Zeke ol' buddy, ol' pal, do you have any tips for how to fight Michael in case I ever have to do it again.", he said.
I could have used any of a baker's dozen names for him, but I went with my favorite, "Well Luci, I just hope you don't crap your pants, cause I almost did.", I smiled at him, and he started to laugh.
Luci's laugh was musical like the laughter of children. Makes you want to forget what he is, you do that at your peril, I should know, I did it once. Once. The Christians would insist there is no real merriment in it, like everything he does is sinister, it isn't like that, would be easier if it was.
"Sorry your little mission got interrupted. Maybe it's time for me to visit the Senator as Nevada kingmaker, Moe Diaz."
As Moe Diaz, Asmodeus...Luci does love his wordplay, hey it gets boring in hell, even for him. I just facepalmed, it's one of my favorite human gestures, like I say, boring.
"Don't worry, Hezekiel, I am sending you right back up. Michael didn't try to bind you or anything. But I need to ask your permission for something." Lucifer looked into my eyes and my blood turned cold, he didn't ask any ones permission for anything not even The Other Guy.
"It's just a courtesy. Zeke, I have a chance to take out a top 25 American city, with Heaven's blessing and I am gonna take it.", he looked serious now, that's not comforting either.
I was shocked, "I haven't been New Orleans guardian angel in a long time, do as thou wilt".
"Sometimes, you really are as dense as you look Zeke, it's not The Big Easy, hasn't that place suffered enough, it's Vegas, but, and this is the part that makes it, at least tangentially your business, I get to take out it's guardian as a throw in. I know this is gonna make you feel some kind of way, so I am willing to throw you a cookie. Whatdya think?"
"To destroy Vegas, you would have to destroy Haniel, she would do anything to save it" I said carefully, he was talking to me like it was a negotiation, but he doesn't lose those, and we both know it.
"You don't need my permission but if you want my goodwill for reasons of your own. I want two things.", I said, my heart in my chest.
"I'm listening" and he was.
"If an angel has to die in Vegas, my hand on the sword. Haniel picked a fucking mortal over me, and like you said, it makes me feel some kinda way. She is my age and power, so I want you to boost me so I can do a clean job, also there is gonna be a power vaccum, with Vegas gone, I think New Orleans is gonna be the next big thing, and I want in. Why would He allow this, you know there is gonna be a Pray for Vegas movement, Sin City is going to be Saint City, it's dumb it makes no sense. Haniel has been cleaning up the mob influence, Vegas isn't that bad anymore" I hated asking Luci questions but I had to this time.
"Things are strange. I mean we have all been pretending to be cool with the fact Azrael lost his mind when Bergen-Belsen was liberated, and I haven't heard from Him, since Covid, this is so ham handed, I think it's Michael." He looked at me with utter seriousness and I felt in my heart he couldn't be lying, felt it in the innermost fiber of my being, so he probably was. "How much of a boost and for how long, a thousand years." As much as you will give me, I will meet your price, and I only want it for a month."
"A MONTH, that's an eyeblink" he smiled that serpent's smile. "O.K., you're a rock star, I am not giving you enough to go toe to toe with Samael or Uriel, certainly not Michael but you could hold your own with a garden variety Archangel, maybe Novalis. Are we sure you are just hunting poor Haniel?"
"Just Haniel, and a little personal power for me.", I said, I don't mean to brag, but tell me when someone else has the balls to lie flat out to the Father of Lies.
Actually, I was going to meet with Haniel right here, the dissonance of her presence here should create static for prying ears, but first a stop by my old stomping grounds to see a Voudon Priest.
If someone messes with Las Vegas, Nevada they deal with her. And if someone messes with her, they deal with me. Laissez les bon temps rouler.
Just as I left, I heard a voice behind me, "Oh Zeke....Give em' Hell", O.K. now I am terrified.
