Loki walked down the street like a normal person, mainly because now, he was a normal person. He didn't have any wings, and he could be anal retentive because now, he had an anus.

For some reason beyond Loki's knowledge, God had spared him. Maybe because he realized the error in his ways, or maybe because he tried to stop Bartelby. Truthfully he didn't know, he'd like to know but he didn't. It didn't really bother him anymore. He was spared and he planned to do some living, which even though it meant giving up his Saturday morning cartoons, was worth it. He'd actually learned some interesting things.

He traveled a lot; he'd even been to a concert staring a singer who looked a lot like God. He even went to church in a few different places, and he'd apologized for the way he'd thrown down his fiery sword while there. He even told someone about his past, but after that he made a mental note not to mention the whole being a fallen angel thing to anyone.

Life was good. He knew he couldn't get into heaven if he died, he knew he'd burn but he figured "Fuck, why be angry? It's a waste of energy."