fausts_dream

**** Continued from weeks 5, 6 and 9 last season if you are interested but story can stand alone. ***

I hadn't been inclined to pray in a very long time. But when I did, I faced Medina, hard to tell exactly where it is from Hell, but I did the best I could. Oh I'm sure you assumed when I was an angel I was a Christian one, a lot of people do that.

Azrael brought Hannah as promised, not many could bring an angel in good standing to hell, but if Aza says he can get an ant to pull a freight train, I am gonna hitch him up.

We had centuries and centuries to catch up on, I just made a weak smile and a gunfighter's salute and he returned it holding Hannah's hand, there and not there....

She ran into my arms and hugged me. "Zeke, I feel so empty".

"You're in hell, Haniel. His love isn't present here, you are an angel. So cut off from His love you are a cell phone on 1 percent. But I need that one percent. Do you have it?"

"M1911 .45 ACP, Audie Murphy's gun but it's just a museum piece in your hand and mine. It's a symbol of humanities will to resist evil only in human hands does it have power", Hannah said.

"This I know, do you think your boyfriend can fire it."

"He's one of humanities best warriors a little out of practice but I'm sure he can. He barely has faith like a mustard seed, but the will to resist evil he has, in spades. That gun is a Demon Slayer, do you have a target in mind."

"If I told you it would spoil the fun. I'm going to bring it to him."

"You won't hurt him?"

"I won't."

Sacrifice magic, it's what's for dinner. I don't have to redeem all of humanity like the Nazarene I just have to ride herd over a few blackjack tables.

Aza released her and she ascended, it was never natural for her to be there.

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I looked upon him in his true form as I left that misbegotten place.

I wonder if he had seen a mirror lately, seeing the white feathers beginning to protrude,from his leathery, black wings.

"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.

I glance at my compact mirror. Pretty bleak stuff, still I must admit I look good for my age. How old am I? Well, I was never fascinated by dinosaurs as a child, because I predate them, but for that matter I was never a child. Vanity is sin, anyway, advancing self-will over God's perfect will. Sin will make you fall. Take a lot to kill me, but falling is always a moment's carelessness away. It's a chance I take. I have been working these streets a long time.

If God allows Las Vegas to live, he owes Sodom and Gomorrah an apology. Someone once told me He considered doing something about Vegas, someone who might know, but it isn't my job to speculate. I work two jobs actually; I am spared the traditional womans second shift as wife and mother. It isn't absolutely mandatory in this century, so I eschew it, hard enough being a Vegas homicide dick and an avenging angel of the Lord of Hosts. I have a boyfriend, a U.S Senator, some important men need to be encouraged. But you have to get it just right, you can fall that way almost easier than anything else. Happened to a guy I knew once, fell for the wrong dame, literally.

No wonder I have bags under these baby blues. Rollins has the guys securing the crime scene, and it's bloody as fuck. Like something a wild animal would do, the first officer on the scene was pretty shaken up. Doubtless I have seen worse, but I put a handkerchief over my nose anyway, this body has its limits.

Rollins pushed a donut into my hands, raspberry jelly, one of His finest creations. I am a double stereotype, so I take it with the white icing. "It's a fucking slaughterhouse, Hannah.", Rollins said. My actual name is Haniel, close enough for gubbment work. "At least this monster has excellent choice in victims, word from vice is this place was about to be brought down for human trafficking.", Officer Daniel Kelly said. He was young, but passably discerning and connected, I was walking the scene, our monster didn't terrorize any of the tween girls, or the madam, just a handful of sleazeballs and their security.

"Our man seems pretty strong", I said. Kelly wretched once, losing the Chinese lunch he took with his mistress. I don't judge the kid, but I worry. I popped the remnants of my donut in my mouth, I probably shouldn't do it with this charnel house stench around, but I am pretty basic when working a case and I forget what looks weird to humans.

I was starting to think our killer wasn't a man at all. Looks like he just reached in and pulled out what he could get his hands on. Ribs, internal organs, intestines, whatever."

"He left a note" Rollins said, "Doesn't mean anything to me, can't make heads or tails of it." I put on a pair of gloves and read the worst possible news. "It's gibberish, let's take it back see if the smart guys in the computer room can figure it out." They can't, it's in the angelic tongue but contains an intentional falsehood, lies can't be expressed in the angelic tongue. It says Haniel, my brown eyed beauty, come play with me." My eyes have always been blue, the number of them I have is variable, but always blue. This was written by a demon, but one who spoke the angelic language. So not cobbled together in hell from sad and broken humans, an actual fallen angel.

And I have a depressing idea of who it might be. Remember I said someone fell for the wrong girl, well...he kind of took a fall for one to maybe save her. It's complicated don't compare yourselves to us, complicated I tell you. I get out my cell phone, "Raul, pick up the damn phone, look Senator, call me, there is something important you need to prepare yourself for. Call me"

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The speech was a success, all that was left was a hot shower and a cold beer and maybe the Knights vs Avalanche on the boob tube. Raul Alarcon was central casting for a young Senator, a young widower with a square jaw and a military hero background. He had been a Navy Seal, from the mean streets of Rancho Charleston and as such was prepared for anything. Except perhaps a demon from hell.

"I hope you don't mind Senator, but it was such a nice day I skipped the elevator and went ahead and climbed up the side of the building, I didn't break any glass or anything, didn't want to generate any bad press.", the thing once known as Hezekiel said. "It's 110 degrees out and we are on the 22nd floor", Senator Alarcon replied when he was able to speak again. "Clearly we are used to different climates, Senator."

"Thats a pretty silver cross, did she give it to you, Senator. Oh no, it doesn't work like that, the cross does nothing, it's the faith behind it and you have precious little of that, doesn't have to be the white God either, a Karankawa medicine woman almost turned me with an animal bone and her faith in Pichini, she let me go because she would rather the missionaries spend their time fighting things like me and leaving her people alone."

"Your body man is sleeping Senator, I am being nice and gentle, until the life of the party arrives. Can I get something out of your mini bar, Senator, it was a long climb up?"

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