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A/N...
This is weird for me, with me being an atheistic luciferian and all. But this idea has been in my head for a while, so I wrote it. Yay for stories.
No real warning for this one, except it's short
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Natasha leans against the balcony railing of her apartment, room number 616, on the 66 floor. She sighs, humming the tune of Amazing Grace softly to herself, as she looks out over the City. The soft tinkling of wine glasses behind her, alerts her to her brothers presence before he announces himself. "Hello, Brother."
Gabe looks startled, before sighing and making his way over to her, "I hate how you do that."
"Do what?" she asks, amused, giving him a sideways glance.
"Your adapt hearing. Can't even give you a good surprise," Gabe says, handing her an empty wine glass. He pops the cork, opening a bottle of aged red wine. He pours a generous amount into each of their glasses. Setting the bottle down at his feet, he raises his glass, "A toast to excellent wine and time spent with family." Natasha nods, clinking her glass with Gabe's gently; she takes a small sip of the wine.
"Father, despite all His faults, does know His wine," Natasha says, setting the glass down on the balcony ledge.
Gabe grunts in reply. He follows Natasha's gaze to the city. They stand in silence for a few minutes, until Gabe turns to his sister, asking, "Do you hate Father?"
"I do not hate Him," Natasha said, turning to her brother Gabe, "I think He is wrong in a lot of things, but . . . I just wish to show Him the light. Father is in the dark about a lot of things, especially with the Humans." Natasha says, nodding towards the city.
"Is that why you spurned Father?" Gabe asks, sipping his wine.
Natasha sighs and sips from her wine, running her fingers through her long, black hair. "Father did not like to be wrong, even when He was. I told Him so; He did not take kindly to it, so here I am down here while He is up there," she says, pointing to the sky. "He was treating the Humans poorly, He used them as His slaves; but I saw the potential in them. So I told Him. And what was my reward? To fight my own brother and have my wings torn from me; and yes, while He did have the Kid, it did mellow Him out, but He is still wrong about a lot of things."
"Like what?" Gabe asks, interested.
"The gays, for one. Shellfish. Wearing clothes of two different materials. Crops of two different kinds. I mean, it's not the 3rd century anymore, so He needs an update to His 'most holy book'," Natasha says, using air quotes. "But most of all, He is still wrong about the humans. He still wants them to be His slaves, but I see the potential there. If given the chance, they have a thirst for knowledge and I provided them with the Nectar. I gave them the fire of knowledge and asked for nothing in return."
Gabe looks over at Natasha, "When are you coming home, Sister? I miss you up there."
Natasha looks from the City to Gabe and back again, "I don't think I am gonna be coming home, Gabe. Someone has to watch the humans and I've nominated myself. Now you better get home, before Father throws a fit, as He is prone to do."
Gabe nods his head. He steps close, hugging his sister, before he heads back into the apartment and into the elevator waiting for him. As he leaves, he can just barely hear his sister singing softly. "Must Jesus bear the Cross alone, and all the world go? / No, there's a Cross for everyone, and there's a Cross for me…"