Time To Transubstantiate
By: Lynn Osburn
)DISCLAMER: I would like to say that although I am comfortably Pagan in my beliefs, I think at the core of every religion is a loving and warm Divinity/One Power/Pantheon. I do not want any reviews trying to talk to me about mixing faiths in a fanfic.)
"Obviously you have figured out your dead." Mozenrath nodded, his mind whirling about, trying to comprehend. "Good, Ariel was afraid I was going to have to explain the whole shebang to you and quite frankly I'm not very good at explanations." Michael smiled.
"I've got the basics down. I saved that boys life, died in doing so, and in the process every little horrible thing I've ever done is erased and I'm going to Paradise." Mozenrath surmised, feeling a little better.
Michael grimaced slightly and scratched the back of his neck. "Umm.not exactly."
Mozenrath frowned. "What do you mean by."not exactly?"
"Michael gritted his teeth and scoffed. "Well let be honest Moze, you aren't exactly the cream of the crop when it comes to humanity. Not that anyone down there is perfect, but your about this close." he held his fingers a few centimeters apart. ".to joining the Fire Brigade in Hell's grand army."
"But I'm not going to Heaven?" Mozenrath asked.
"Oh you will eventually, I mean, everyone goes eventually." Michael chuckled. "But to be quite honest my friend. You're a sleezeball." At Mozenrath shocked and aghast look he added. "You are a complete and total waste of "Allah's" great gift of life. If I had been God when you were born I'd have shoved you back into the womb."
"Why you over feathered duster. How dare you.!" Mozenrath suddenly found himself face to face with the flaming sword.
"Now don't go getting riled up." Michael suggested. "I said you'll get to Heaven eventually, and the word of an angel can always be trusted." He held out his hand, suddenly clear of the sword and took Mozenrath's.
A sudden warmth filled the sorcerers body, searing through every ectoplastic vein. Mozenrath fell to the his knees and bit his lips as his soul became overflowing with an uncompromising, unconditional.Love.
Michael let go of his hand, satisfied with the sorcerers response. "What.oh God what was that.?"
Michael leaned down, his dark blue eyes staring directly into Mozenrath's. "If you were evil, completely without hope of redemption, you would not have been able to feel that Mozenrath."
"What was it!?" Mozenrath demanded.
"God.Allah, Yahweh.he has thousands upon thousands of names. What you just felt, was a little spark of the love he has for every creation on Earth." Michael held Mozenrath's cheeks. "And for you."
"I..I don't understand."
"If anybody did I'd be surprised." Michael admitted. "The point is Mozenrath, your being given the very rare opportunity to make good."
"Make good on what?" Mozenrath asked, his head still spinning with that feeling of elation.
"Everything. See, you saved that boys life, so that clears you of the Damnation quota required to enter Hell." Michael explained as though Mozenrath had the slightest idea of what he was talking about. "But."
"But."
"But we're not quite sure we're ready to take on a person with your particular.past." Michael said. "You see if word gets out that the infamous Mozenrath made it into Paradise, people will start thinking they can get away with anything and still pass though them pearly gates."
"So.what? Am I stuck in Purgatory?" Mozenrath asked. True enough, that was better than Hell, but he wasn't keen on an eternity in oblivion. It would be like the ultimate beauracracy.
"Nope. Instead, we've got a job for you. You are, in essence, to transubstantiate into a Guardian Angel. An official title held in high regard by nearly every Angelical Choir." Michael said as though it was a great honor.
"So I'm going to be flying around with wings and a really revealing tunic. Though I must say the flaming swords got a nice panache." Mozenrath joked.
"Yeah, you wish." The arch-angel scoffed. "We don't give just everybody a pair of wings and say "Thou Shalt Do Good."
"Then get to the point! You pulled me out of Lucifer's hands to tell me I'm to do penance for my life and then don't explain to me exactly what the damnation your talking about." Mozenrath clenched his fists to his side and tried not to lose his temper.
"Your going back to Earth ya nitwit! You have to perform good deeds in order to fill the Paradise Quota completely. By then we shall be able to say we weren't too lenient." Michael sighed in frustration. "What is it with humans always needing it explained in fine detail! In the old days all that needed done was Metatron going "Thou Shalt." and people damn well listened! Didn't need all these freaking explanations and always asking why!"
"Well did you every think that's why the worlds in the state it is." Mozenrath said acidic-ally.
"Do you think you could do any better?" Michael yelled.
"Well maybe I could!" Mozenrath "It's not like you can put in job applications for the positions!"
"Look here you little."Before the arch-angel could finish, the sky around them began to quake and rumble. The sun above turned dark black and Michael looked up at the sky as though it was very rude to have been interrupted. "Very well. Mozenrath. It's time for you to get back to Earth."
Mozenrath was still looking around at what had happened when he answered. "Very well. Don't suppose I have any options."
"Options right. Umm one more thing."
"Why do I not want to know."
"Since we can't very well have the ex-most dangerous sorcerer in the world running around unsupervised, we've arranged for a little place for you to call home." Michael. "You'll be rooming with an old friend of yours named Aladdin."
Surprisingly enough, Mozenrath only sighed. "Yes I guess that would be just the thing now wouldn't it."
"That.and there's a slight problem." Michael waited for Mozenrath to look him in the eyes. "Well we were going to put you back in your old body.but it's already been to the morgue and autopsied on. In other words, you wouldn't want to go back looking worse than one of your mamlucks. So we've arranged for a new body, something agile and compact, for you to go back in."
"There's something your still not telling me isn't there." Mozenrath groaned and realized he had a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Well.your going back as a cat." Michael said plainly.
"What?" Mozenrath screamed as he suddenly dropped from his position in the sky.
"Remember, you can land on your feet now!" Michael called out and laughed as he ascended in to the sky.
By: Lynn Osburn
)DISCLAMER: I would like to say that although I am comfortably Pagan in my beliefs, I think at the core of every religion is a loving and warm Divinity/One Power/Pantheon. I do not want any reviews trying to talk to me about mixing faiths in a fanfic.)
"Obviously you have figured out your dead." Mozenrath nodded, his mind whirling about, trying to comprehend. "Good, Ariel was afraid I was going to have to explain the whole shebang to you and quite frankly I'm not very good at explanations." Michael smiled.
"I've got the basics down. I saved that boys life, died in doing so, and in the process every little horrible thing I've ever done is erased and I'm going to Paradise." Mozenrath surmised, feeling a little better.
Michael grimaced slightly and scratched the back of his neck. "Umm.not exactly."
Mozenrath frowned. "What do you mean by."not exactly?"
"Michael gritted his teeth and scoffed. "Well let be honest Moze, you aren't exactly the cream of the crop when it comes to humanity. Not that anyone down there is perfect, but your about this close." he held his fingers a few centimeters apart. ".to joining the Fire Brigade in Hell's grand army."
"But I'm not going to Heaven?" Mozenrath asked.
"Oh you will eventually, I mean, everyone goes eventually." Michael chuckled. "But to be quite honest my friend. You're a sleezeball." At Mozenrath shocked and aghast look he added. "You are a complete and total waste of "Allah's" great gift of life. If I had been God when you were born I'd have shoved you back into the womb."
"Why you over feathered duster. How dare you.!" Mozenrath suddenly found himself face to face with the flaming sword.
"Now don't go getting riled up." Michael suggested. "I said you'll get to Heaven eventually, and the word of an angel can always be trusted." He held out his hand, suddenly clear of the sword and took Mozenrath's.
A sudden warmth filled the sorcerers body, searing through every ectoplastic vein. Mozenrath fell to the his knees and bit his lips as his soul became overflowing with an uncompromising, unconditional.Love.
Michael let go of his hand, satisfied with the sorcerers response. "What.oh God what was that.?"
Michael leaned down, his dark blue eyes staring directly into Mozenrath's. "If you were evil, completely without hope of redemption, you would not have been able to feel that Mozenrath."
"What was it!?" Mozenrath demanded.
"God.Allah, Yahweh.he has thousands upon thousands of names. What you just felt, was a little spark of the love he has for every creation on Earth." Michael held Mozenrath's cheeks. "And for you."
"I..I don't understand."
"If anybody did I'd be surprised." Michael admitted. "The point is Mozenrath, your being given the very rare opportunity to make good."
"Make good on what?" Mozenrath asked, his head still spinning with that feeling of elation.
"Everything. See, you saved that boys life, so that clears you of the Damnation quota required to enter Hell." Michael explained as though Mozenrath had the slightest idea of what he was talking about. "But."
"But."
"But we're not quite sure we're ready to take on a person with your particular.past." Michael said. "You see if word gets out that the infamous Mozenrath made it into Paradise, people will start thinking they can get away with anything and still pass though them pearly gates."
"So.what? Am I stuck in Purgatory?" Mozenrath asked. True enough, that was better than Hell, but he wasn't keen on an eternity in oblivion. It would be like the ultimate beauracracy.
"Nope. Instead, we've got a job for you. You are, in essence, to transubstantiate into a Guardian Angel. An official title held in high regard by nearly every Angelical Choir." Michael said as though it was a great honor.
"So I'm going to be flying around with wings and a really revealing tunic. Though I must say the flaming swords got a nice panache." Mozenrath joked.
"Yeah, you wish." The arch-angel scoffed. "We don't give just everybody a pair of wings and say "Thou Shalt Do Good."
"Then get to the point! You pulled me out of Lucifer's hands to tell me I'm to do penance for my life and then don't explain to me exactly what the damnation your talking about." Mozenrath clenched his fists to his side and tried not to lose his temper.
"Your going back to Earth ya nitwit! You have to perform good deeds in order to fill the Paradise Quota completely. By then we shall be able to say we weren't too lenient." Michael sighed in frustration. "What is it with humans always needing it explained in fine detail! In the old days all that needed done was Metatron going "Thou Shalt." and people damn well listened! Didn't need all these freaking explanations and always asking why!"
"Well did you every think that's why the worlds in the state it is." Mozenrath said acidic-ally.
"Do you think you could do any better?" Michael yelled.
"Well maybe I could!" Mozenrath "It's not like you can put in job applications for the positions!"
"Look here you little."Before the arch-angel could finish, the sky around them began to quake and rumble. The sun above turned dark black and Michael looked up at the sky as though it was very rude to have been interrupted. "Very well. Mozenrath. It's time for you to get back to Earth."
Mozenrath was still looking around at what had happened when he answered. "Very well. Don't suppose I have any options."
"Options right. Umm one more thing."
"Why do I not want to know."
"Since we can't very well have the ex-most dangerous sorcerer in the world running around unsupervised, we've arranged for a little place for you to call home." Michael. "You'll be rooming with an old friend of yours named Aladdin."
Surprisingly enough, Mozenrath only sighed. "Yes I guess that would be just the thing now wouldn't it."
"That.and there's a slight problem." Michael waited for Mozenrath to look him in the eyes. "Well we were going to put you back in your old body.but it's already been to the morgue and autopsied on. In other words, you wouldn't want to go back looking worse than one of your mamlucks. So we've arranged for a new body, something agile and compact, for you to go back in."
"There's something your still not telling me isn't there." Mozenrath groaned and realized he had a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Well.your going back as a cat." Michael said plainly.
"What?" Mozenrath screamed as he suddenly dropped from his position in the sky.
"Remember, you can land on your feet now!" Michael called out and laughed as he ascended in to the sky.