DISCLAIMER: This and its counterparts are religious fantasy and in no way is meant to offend anyone of the Catholic and/or Christian faith. The point of views here are strictly personal of the author. With that said, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE OFFENDED EASILY BY RELIGIOUS FICTION.
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THE WACKY ANGEL ADVENTURES:
IN LOVE, IN HEAVEN.
Butch happily tied his shoe on a soft little cloud, Bubbles sitting next to him, looking up into the blue. This was a big day for almost everyone. The metatron was going to go down to tell Jesus who he really was, and everyone stood by with anticipation, even some of the watchers were betting on how he would react. Butch knew the day would turn out to be fine and dandy, and his smart alec attitude was to a minimum today This was one of the most rewarding days for him.
"So, how ya gonna say it?" Bubbles asked him, still looking up into the blue.
"Uhh, I'm gonna tell him that..he's the son of God? Hows that sound?" He smirked at her.
Bubbles slid down from her cloud, plopping down on the floor of clouds, bouncing around more. "You always gotta be so smart-alec?"
"Only if you do." Butch finished tieing his shoe. "C'mon."
Bubbles sat up and followed Butch. "Is it fun?" She asked.
"Is what fun?" He kind of cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Talking for her, is it fun?" She asked again with a smile.
Butch rolled his eyes. "It's loads of fun, the party gets TOO wild sometimes."
She punched him in the shoulder softly. "You know what I mean."
"Hmmm.." Butch thought. "It's a privalage...no doubt about that, I guess you could say it's fun for me...it's kinda hard to explain.."
"Just because?"
Butch smirked and ruffled one of her pigtails playfully. "Hyeah, Bubbles. Just because."
Bubbles smiles as she continued to walk, but as she faced forward, she bumped her head on the golden door leading int God's ballroom, and fell back.
Butch stood over her. "You okay?" He snickered.
She rubbed her head. "I think so.."
"Clumsy blonde, I swear."
She stuck her tounge out at him and they walked through the doors of the ballroom.
They entered the ballroom, side by side. It wasn't pearly white, not in the least. It seemed to be transparent. You could see all of heaven if you ran to a wall and looked out, all the people living in eternal paradise. And the creator herself, on a bed in the middle of the room, sitting at the side of the bed, humming to herself.
"It really puzzles me.." Butch looked around. "Why you use this huge ballroom for nothing but a bed."
"Look at them.." God said softly, "Do you know who they are?"
Butch blinked. "Grigori...right?"
"Yes..But they're also my children. My children that followed my way through their entire life.." She got up from the bed and walked over to the nearest wall, pressing her hand against it and looking down. "Do you know what that means?"
"That they didn't go to Hell?" Bubbles said cheerfully.
God couldn't help but smile at her likeness."That's also true, my child...but I meant the fact that they loved me back...after so much of the world shunned me."
"Do I sense bitterness?" Butch asked
"No." God turned from the wall to face him. "None, just the fact that my children here in heaven love me back is enough for me."
"Well, the demons in hell loved you too..but apparently the only time they loved you was when they were being judged...ehh, humans...go figure, huh?" Butch smirked.
God grinned. "Humans indeed, Butch. That's why Jesus is down there for me to get a better understanding of them." She walked over to him and kneeled down so that she was at head level with him.
"Rub it in that I'm short why don't ya." Butch crossed his arms.
She put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him close to her so that they touched foreheads. "Butch...I..."
"Lord?..."
"I want you to send my love to Jesus." She finally said.
"Well, that basically went without saying...of course I was gonna tell him that you.."
She kissed him on the forehead and embraced him. What followed was something unlike anything Butch had ever felt before...ever. It was a feel of warmth and comfort unlike any other. It felt like he was a small child in the care of his mother in her arms being cradled back and forth and feeling the love she had for him being transmitted and being enhance times infinity. She finally let go of him and Butch stumbled and fell on his bottom on the ground in a deep trance.
Finally he looked up back at her. "Do you...love him that much?"
"I love everyone that much." God smiled. "I just want him to know that."
He got up and dusted off. "Sure, I'll pass it on."
"Thank you, child." She watched as he and Bubbles headed out the door of the ballroom.
Butch turned around as he exited the room. "But I ain't kissing him on the forehead."
He smirked at her and she smiled back warmly. Now all she could do was watch and wait for her son to respond to what his true meaning was.
Butch and Bubbles took the short stroll towards the gates, Bubbles whistling happily to herself. Butch hovered to, arms crossed but Bubbles walked, bouncing happily.
After a second or two, she finally looked up at Butch again "Ya nervous?"
Butch looked down at her. "Kinda...I mean, this guy might just be a kid but he IS the son of God after all...even if I am his elder by a few thousand years, this is going to affect the book, you know?"
"Yeah, I can only imagine what it would feel like to be in your shoes."
"Hey, Bubbles...can I ask you somethin'?"
"Sure."
"Why is it that you're here with me? Go off and play with your sisters."
"They never play. They're always too busy with the meger events on Earth, but you're fun to hang out with at least..."
"Why?"
"Huh?"
"Why am I fun to 'hang out' with?"
She smirked up at him, trying to immitate his smart alec attitude. "Just because."
They finally reached the gates and Butch landed and started trying to prep up for his speech that he was about to give the son of God. This had to be good, great, no SPECTACULAR. THIS was going in the book, THIS was going to be his masterpeice, what made him the Seraphim of all ages, all choirs of angels would look at him differently from now on.
"Let's see.." Bubbles took a seat on a nearby cloud.
"Let's see....what?" Butch looked up from his speech papers.
"Do your speech for me, I wanna hear."
"You can hear it when I say it, geez, you act like you're special or somethin'."
Bubbles hugged him around his waist. "Because I am, right? I'm your bestest friend?"
Butch glared down at her. "I can't do my speech if you're clung to me."
"Yay!" Bubbles zoomed back to her cloud and watched happily.
"Jesus, you are.." Butch began.
"Hey!" Bubbles interrupted. "Do the voice!"
"Aw, Bubbles. Not now!"
"Please?"
Butch sighed; annoyed and switched over to the booming voice that those on Earth...and Heaven had come to know as God's voice. "JESUS OF NAZARETH. YOU ARE MY SON. YOU ARE THE CHRIST, THE MESSIAH. YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO LIVE IN MY NAME AND IMAGE. YOU WILL, AT THE AGE THAT YOU ARE A MAN DIE OF CRUCIFIXTION, IN FULLFILLMENT OF THE SCRIPTURES AND YOU SHALL BE SEATED AT MY RIGHT HAND, JESUS."
Bubbles whistled and hollared.
Butch laughed and bowed. "Thank you, thank you...I'd like to thank the little people that helped me.."
"Hehe." Bubbles giggled. "Go get 'em, Butchie."
"I will....oh..and when I get back, have your sisters at the gate waiting, I want 'em to tell me just how good a Metatron I am."
"Will do." She smiled as he walked out. "Good luck."
"Thanks." And with that, he went through the gates, down to Earth.
Bubbles smiled to herself and turned around to head back to where her sisters were...watching over the Grigori and the judged. But they were already facing her.
"AH!" Bubbles screamed. "Don't do that!"
Blossom giggled. "Hanging out with your BOYFRIEND? Geez, Boomer leaves so you go for the ONLY one here."
"Oh, grow up! You'd think you would have after a few millinia."
Buttercup hovered in front of her. "This is coming from the little girl who wants to play and draw all day as opposed to running things?"
"SPEAKING of running things, why aren't you two at your posts?" Bubbles snapped.
"Touchy, Touchy..." Buttercup pinched her cheek. "We just wanted to see our wittle sister."
"We were all born at the same time, smarty pants!"
"Well, you're never at a post anyway...always with Butch." Blossom teased.
Bubbles snorted."Do you two know what Butch is up to today?"
Blossom and Buttercup exchanged glances. "What?"
"You of all people should know, Buttercup. What with being the scion and all." Bubbles crossed her arms.
"WHA!?" Blossom zoomed in front of Bubbles. "What happened? What's going on? Why wasn't I informed?"
"Butch is going down to tell Jesus what he really us, and had you two been paying attention you would know that! Hmph!" She started to walk off. "Want I should go tell her that you forgot?"
"Oh, no you don't!" Buttercup rushed in front of her. "Nobody's telling on me!" She zoomed out of sight, in the direction of the ballroom, followed by Blossom.
Bubbles shook her head, giggling to herself. "Those two'll never grow up.." She started walking toward the ballroom to observe what would be the messiahs reply to Butch's message but she stopped and looked back at the gate thinking of Butch. She smiled to herself and walked off.
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Butch zoomed through the air, humming his own PowerPuff theme to himself. He knew this was going to be big, whatever the reaction. He just KNEW it.
He saw the pond where the little young Jesus wondered. He finally thought to himself seriously and took a deep breath. He looked down at the pond and the child angry and sternly, that's how the message had to sound....like he was not only telling but demanding that he accept his duties, even if he was God himself, he was still a human...and humans could flaw in every which way...this had to be sharp.
He blinked as he noticed that he was invisable to the boy, the kid wouldn't know who he was talking to..but that's okay. All the more reason to be excited when he entered the gates. He noticed that the clouds were making that reflecting light through the sun. Just his luck, it was sort of his trademark, those were always there when he spoke to anyone. Zooming down into the lake, he made a splash which got the young boys attention, obviously.
Jesus, the dark skinned boy who was the messiah looked onto the splash. "Hello?...Is...Is anyone there?"
Butch looked down at him...he...he had grown so much since when he was a child. And he seemed to be doing quite well for himself. Black people were a majority of slaves and servants, although some white men and women were exceptions.But...being that he had a white man and a white woman for parents, being black, and staying alive was quite an accomplishment even for a boy his age.
Butch noticed that the boy was still looking onto the splash that was made in the river.
"Is anyone there? Are you hurt?"
And nice to boot...but Butch knew he had a job to do, and was determined to do it. "YOU ARE JESUS OF NAZARETH?"
"I..I am...who's there?" He looked around curiously.
"I AM THE LORD, YOUR GOD."
"I..I am speaking to the lord? God?"
"YOU ARE."
The boy got on his knees and but his hands together, praying. "Oh, heavenly father, what do you want of me?"
"YOU ARE MY SON. YOU ARE THE CHRIST, THE MESSIAH. YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO LIVE IN MY NAME AND IMAGE. YOU WILL, AT THE AGE THAT YOU ARE A MAN DIE OF CRUCIFIXTION.." Butch looked at the boy. His face was in the ground as if he was bowing low...but...he was..he was crying.
"Why?" The boy sobbed. "WHY?"
Butch was nervous...why was he..why was he crying? Never in a million years..never would he have expected this. "In..In..IN FULLFILLMENT OF THE SCRIPTURES AND YOU SHALL BE SEATED AT MY RIGHT HAND, JESUS."
"No!" The young boy shouted. "I do not wish to!"
Butch now knew he had to add lib his speech a bit. "IT IS YOUR DESTINY, JESUS."
"Take it back..." The boy dug his hands into the ground. '
Butch then remembered something...God had given him her love to pass onto him. This was the time now. He released the energy of Gods love to focus on Jesus. He saw the aura of light, bright white light head toward the boy...but it never reached him...it stayed in place...he would not accept it.
"I don't want this..it's too big.." He sobbed again. "Please take it back! I beg of you...heavenly..fath-father..."
Butch couldn't take anymore. He zoomed out of there as fast as he could, so fast in fact he couldn't tell if the tears in his eyes were from the velocity or because of what had just happened. He flew up, higher, higher and then there was a flash of light that lead him into the eternity of Heaven.
He hovered slowly through the gates of Heaven. There was Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. Waiting for him. They had seen it. They had seen it all. Some Metatron he was now..he had made the savior deny his duties and now all was lost...he just hung his head as he passed the PowerPuff Girls.
"Butch.." Bubbles put out a hand.
Butch stopped in front of her and looked at her hand, then at her face. She was smiling as if to say it was all going to be okay...but he knew it wasn't. Of all people, even God, he was more dissapointed that he had let Bubbles down. "I'm sorry." he simply said...with that he shot up above.
"Hey, Bu--" Bubbles started after him. But Blossom put a hand on her shoulder.
"I think he wants some time alone, Bubbles." Blossom said, looking up at Butch flying higher and higher.
"Butch..." Bubbles watched him as he flew into the infinate sky.
Butch sobbed and struggled, flying faster and faster through what was the never ending sky of heaven. But he wanted to get out so badly. He didn't want Heaven, he didn't want Earth, he didn't want pergatory or Hell..he just wanted out. He had dissapointed all. Anything and everything was counting on him.
But he couldn't..he knew he couldn't get out and he soon got tired and took rest on a cloud far in the maze of clouds on whatever level of infinity he was on...he sat there for a few seconds and looked down at Heaven...and below was Earth where a poor child was crying because of him and his poor job as a Metatron...as a Seraphim...as an Angel....as a living thing. He brought his knees up to his chin and put his head down...a sparkling tear dropped from his eye. But he still held back what he wanted to let out..there was no use in crying anyway. It wasn't going to change anything.
"Butch!" He heard Bubbles' voice from near...she had followed him, despite Blossom. "Where are you?"
He had a good mind to fly higher or go deeper into the clouds but there was no use..she would follow him anyway..but he wasn't coming down. He intended to stay there forever...
"Are you here?" He could see Bubbles finally, but she was far away. Bubbles saw him, but didn't zoom over in a giggly rush. She hovered slowly. It took her about five minutes to get to where Butch sat.
She walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Butch..."
He turned away and shoved her violently, pushing her to the ground making her land on her bottom. Even when he realized what he did and was sorry for it, he still didn't want anyone bothering him.
"Go away." He said, turning his back.
"You know she's always taught us to turn the other cheek.." She said, approaching him again.
"What's your problem, anyway?" Butch glared at her. "I want to be alone, what part of that do you not understand?"
But she still approached him slowly and finally reached him, kneeling down. "Butch, It'll be okay."
"That's what you WOULD say, you've always been the optomistic one, Bubbles."
"That may be.." She said. "But I know it will, you did a fine job out there today."
"No I didn't! I let everyone down!" He yelled. "He's just a boy Bubbles. Just a child. Imagine being so young and having such a huge weight on your shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to play with other children...I wish I could take it back, I want to..but..I..I...can't..."
She scooted closer. "It's okay, Butch." She held out her arms and finally, Butch advanced towards her and she embraced him.
He cried, like he had never cried. Perhaps because he had never cried. He sobbed into Bubbles' shoulder. "I'm sorry..." It sounded muffled into her shoulder, but she understood. He took a deep breath and cried more into the short sleeve of her dress.
"It's okay...shh.." She whispered..almost inaudible.. "No matter what, I'll always love you."
His crying stopped. She knew he had heard her.
He picked his head up, his eyes bloodshot read. He sniffled. "What?"
"Oh, sorry." She said nervously. "I..I don't know where that came from."
He looked into her eyes. "Bubbles...do you?"
"Huh?"
They both looked at eachother for a few seconds. Butch moved in closer and they kissed. A short, yet heartfelt kiss. They both pulled back at the same time and looked at eachother.
"You know.." Butch smirked. "Never once did I think I'd fall for a dumb blonde."
Bubbles giggled. "Never once did I think I'd fall for a smart alec Seraphim."
"Touché." He said, ruffling a pig tail and pulling her close. They both sat there, Bubbles' head rested on his shoulder and Butch's head rested on hers for some time, both of them truly happy together and forgetting the tension of the events that day.
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God had called Bubbles and Butch to her ballroom a few hours later when they had finally gone back down to tell Blossom and Buttercup just what had happened. Giggles and 'awws' persued but they died down eventually. They did look like a cute couple to say the least though. Holding hands wherever they went. But when they heard that She wanted to see them, they both kind of exchanged glances and walked silently over to the ballroom without a word.
For the second time that day, they walked through the ballroom doors. God was looking down at Earth through the walls which were still transperant.
"Lord?" Butch said as he entered the room. "You called for us?"
"Yes." She said softly. "Come, see." She motioned for them to look down to Earth with her.
Butch braced himself since he really didn't know what to excpet when he looked. He slowly walked over to the wall and looked down...he saw Jesus. But not the little boy crying and begging, but an image of God herself. He saw, a twelve year old boy preaching to Rabbis, and his worried Mother and Father finding him after he had dissapeared from detching buckets of water.
"He accepted my love...it took a few hours but he accepted it." God smiled down warmly and turned to Butch. "Thank you, Child. You did a good job today."
Butch looked down at the happy boy. He had found his purpose in life at such an early age and was happy with it..."Only a GOOD Job? What about GREAT? Excellent, even."
"Don't push your luck, child." God laughed in Bubbles' direction, "You've already won so much today."
"So you knew?" Butch rolled his eyes. "Nosy."
"I'm sorry if I was..." God grabbed both of their hands and put together, bringing them up and kissing them. "But I had no idea you could fall in love."
"You didn't?" Bubbles asked, confused.
God shook her head. "I had no clue. I don't remember giving angels that freedom...but you two are special, I suppose. The strongest bond I've ever seen."
"Blah, blah, we don't need a relationship therapist YET, thanks." Butch walked closer to the wall.
"As you wish, SIR." God chucked and exited the ballroom.
Butch blinked and though for a few seconds. "I think she's starting to becomed smart with me."
Bubbles giggled and walked up to him, taking his hand once again. "Don't let go this time."
"I won't." He smiled at her.
She leaned her head on his shoulder once again and watched the young boy in life again for a few minutes.
He sighed and looked down at her. They were together now, he guessed. And he was honestly very happy with her. She was always the one but he never saw that. He had done his job and fallen in love at the same time..he thought to
himself...GOD I kick ass.
THE END
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