The Creator and the Angel
By Kern Shadi
Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Latin: "Now I know what love is."
-Virgil
"Danm, I made a fool of myself didn't I?" He rubbed the phantom bullet wound away, leaving unblemished skin on his shoulder.
"Yes, 'Creator'-sama."
"Shut up, Gabe."
"Well, at least your kid is having more luck. This time around."
"Gabe, tell me what did I do wrong?"
"Give all your creation free will, your upperlings free will, and oh, leaving humans without a proper guide for centuries at a time." In a rare display of childishness, Gabe counted it off on his long fingers.
"Remind me to send you to Luficer one day."
"Right, sir, you know you haven't given me over to Lucifer because last time it wasn't even a year before he sent me back."
"Yes." A long silence. Creator scowled as he remembered what Lucifer looked like and compared it to another. A surge of jealous boiled under his skin. He wasn't going to go there with that thought. "Actually don't go visit the bastard for the next few years."
"Sir?"
"I'm going back down there."
"Thus Love is more powerful than even God."
"Gabe!" Gabe turned with a boneless grace to face the Creator.
"What? We were once humans ourselves many many universes ago. Just as the Kamis were." The Creator waved his large hand.
"Yeah, yeah, do you remember why they called you Angel of Death, Gaberiel?"
"Because unlike you and the others who forget eventually, I remember. ... Always will remember."
"I never got it though. And I'm supposed to be the wisest."
"You are even if you don't believe it."
"Why?"
"Do you remember the story about Pandora's box, sir?"
"Yes, that Greek tales."
"Pandora was correct to shut the lid when you told her to."
The Creator stopped and looked at the dark-haired angel. Much like his more mortal descendant especially the one the Creator was after, he smiled that sercet smile. The Creator smiled with a slight shudder. Perhaps he should stop going after the kid and settle for the angel. However if he's right, the angel and the kid were one and the same, two vessels to hold the same soul. Beside it was a good challenge and he like challenges.
Gabe touched the Creator's fine gold hair in a farewell ritual long practiced even if the Creator never remembered why. Blue eyes meeted the mismatched eyes. Gabe smiled and looked to the door to the mortal realm. He spoke.
"Maybe this time humans will earn a place in the Ark."
"Yeah, or I'll be damned pissed if this attempt fails."
The two enities stood side by side, not saying a word. With a mischeivous glint in Gabe's eyes, he pulled the Creator into a chaste kiss and pushed him into the portal.
"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!" The Creator swore as he fell slowly to his next rebirth.
"Language, Kieji-san." Gabe called down.
Gabe smiled broadly as he heard more swears from the Creator. He loved sometimes just riling him up.
Gabe frowned as he took to mindscape of his favorite room. He sighed sadly, knowing it unlike the real place would never have such life until he was whole. He took a cup of super-sweeten herbal tea and opened the box of eclairs. His flowing robes rearranged into his favorite cheongsam . A screen of sorts flickered into being. Gabe smiled fondly and spoke to the newly reborn Creator through the screen. The newborn's cry were boisterous but faded as the babe heard Gabe's distant voice.
"I love you, Leon. Always."
Author Notes:
Type: One-Shot
Rating: Teen
For: Male-Male relationship, swearing, religion(?)
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