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Chapter 2

"They are abominations" Harry sneered from his perch on a thick bare bone white tree, turning to a slightly older God.

God had grown out of his punk clothing over the centuries, now preferring to wear a white clock with his customary goggles and slippers. These new clothes greatly contrasted against Harry's crisp black pin-striped suit. God looked down at his first creations and mournfully sighed.

The world was nothing but a sandy white desert filled with the grotesque creatures known as Leviathans. It was silent, deafeningly so, only the occasional howls and shrieks of their prey would pierce the air.

Disgusting.

This was Earth, still only centuries old and already infested with so much carnage and destruction. It is a place where the inhabitants have only one drive: eat or be eaten, kill or be killed.

Pathetic.

This was not what Harry nor God had envisioned for the new world. They wanted a world full of happiness and peace, replacing wizards and witches with angels and reapers. It sounded cruel, to yet again put supernatural entities alongside humanity just as the previous God did. However, it was a world where magic was impossible and only spoken in fairy tales. No human would ever be able to use the power of magic against another. But no world was perfect, that's why it's called the world.

Harry soon found out that he could do anything in the newly created universe. His magic had quickly evolved from flashing lights and shouted incantations to more subtle actions such as snapping fingers and small hand movements, if his magic kept advancing at this rate, he would no longer even need to think for his magic to act.

Shortly after God created the beasts known as Leviathans, Harry created Death and the Reapers to help with carrying continuous number of incoming souls to the afterlife. It seemed that while he previously gained the meaningless status of Master of Death, in this world he actually did become the literal 'master of death'. Although Death only listened to Harry more out of respect for his creator than because he was forced to.

"Harry, what do I do? I have failed. My first creations as God are merely bloodthirsty animals, too smart for their own good." His normally boisterous orange eyes were tear-filled. Harry's hardened sneer softened.

Dark smog materialised at the base of the tree. Slowly, the poisonous fog formed the shape of a man with a cane. "If I may sirs, I personally find them quite entertaining."

"Death, don't you have more souls to ferry off to Hell?" Death merely scoffed and vanished, a trail of reapers following him.

Harry leaned back on his branch, "Perhaps we send them away? Start over with some smaller, less advanced species this time."

"But where? They are smart enough to escape anywhere we put them on Earth."

Harry grinned, "Then how about we send them somewhere not onEarth."

"Huh? But even if we put them in space, give it a few decades and they would have already evolved enough to find some way to make it back to Earth."

"No, I'm not talking about space, I'm talking about a gateway…to another realm. Not even the smartest of them could crack that lock."

"Another realm…like Heaven and Hell?" God's eyes brightened slightly.

"Even better, one with a one-sided gate so they can't come out no matter how hard they try."

"What shall we call it?"

"Purgatory."


Several centuries on from the demise of the Leviathans, God turned the barren wasteland that Earth had become into a place full of nature and harmless creatures. Of course, even God could not create thousands of new creatures without at least some failures and thus Harry willingly took the mantle of Gate Keeper of Purgatory, managing those that went in and making sure none ever got out.

It was around this time that God decided he wanted to create something new, more humanoid in this lonely Earth filled with gentle creatures.

He called them angels.

Although God was still hesitant to create such powerful creatures like the Leviathans, it was necessary that an 'Army of Heaven' was available in cases of great emergency. Thus God only blessed his first four with endless power that rivalled even that of the Leviathans. They were the archangels.

"Harry, meet my newest creations, the archangels." A twenty year old appearing God flourished his arms with gusto towards the four kneeling figures. "My sons, meet my partner in crime and eternal best friend, Harry, Keeper of the Gates and bringer of Death."

Harry smiled, happy that God had created family after all these millennia. With just the two of them and occasionally Death, God sometimes did get a bit sulky. "So these are the famed archangels. Rise."

The four stood up obediently and he examined them.

Even Harry, who over the course of time had cared less and less for personal appearance acknowledged that the archangels were indeed beautiful. Pristine white wings sprouted from their backsides radiating power, no doubt would the lower ranking angels follow them without question.

"Good work God, it seems they are fine creations. I do hope you serve your father well archangels. Farewell."

It was then that Harry turned away from God and his new sons, knowing with a satisfied heart that God would not need his help or companionship anymore and vanished to guard his assigned gates, never intending to interact until times of great need. However it was only two millennia later, after the creation of all angels and man that they yet again met.


"Harry, I need your help."

Harry glared over his sunglasses at the looming figure blocking his sun. Sighing he snapped his fingers and the beach shimmered away, leaving the two figures in a darkened hallway leading to an ominous black gate.

"Welcome to the Gates of Hell. What can I do for you today God? Perhaps some poor soul in there that interests you? Or maybe all your angel buddies are getting tiresome and you want some quality company?" He gave a cock-eyed smirk.

"Harry, it's good to see you too, but there is an issue, it's Eve."

"Hmm, what about her? Last I heard you banished her from the Garden of Eden. Tricky business those snakes, never trust them. Believe me, I have experience."

God sighed, he knew somehow Harry was getting classified information from within Heaven. But as far as he knew as well as the undercover angels he ordered Raphael to send, Harry had never left the gates.

"No, she's gone mad. She's created all these creatures: vampires, ghouls she's even somehow turned human souls into ghosts! These things were never supposed to be made; it's pure blasphemy."

"What so you just want me to lock her and all her creations up into Purgatory?"

"Only Eve, she has done too much damage to the world for it to be reversed."

"Huh? So you want me to take out the mother, but not her children? That's harsh."

"It is necessary, I have no time to be concerned over the petty feelings of some abominations."

"No I was thinking of the humans that will be living in the same backyard of them." Harry's eyes darkened, his mind straying towards the memories of his old world.

"They will adapt, as all humans do in time. Now no more of this, drag Eve to Purgatory! Once she is there those 'children' she spawned will be condemned to the same fate as their 'mother'." The lights in the hallways flickered and the air thickened over the weight of a direct command from God.

"Oh fine, now bugger off you old geezer." And with a snap of his fingers, Harry disappeared leaving a slightly amused yet disgruntled God behind.

Old geezer he says? Ha, he's older than me by 18 years! Eh, I'll just kick his ass next time I see him.


AN

Hello again my lovelies! Another hopefully satisfactory, slightly larger chapter completed. Sorry about the lack of action in this chapter, but I'm just getting through the backstory. I hope you like the quick update btw ^.^ Please remember to leave a review and tell me what you think.