"Ew, what?" Crawly said looking directly into the black eyes of Hastur and could not believe his ears when he heard what Hastur had brought to the monthly report in Hell. "Why did the forces of Hell have to drag me into this?"
"Crawly I swear on Satan if you don't shut your God-forsaken mouth I will bring you back to Dagon and give the order for 745 more lashes with the Hellfire whips." Beelzebub snarled from her desk her knuckles white from cleansing the table hard in angry and desperation.
"Oh, it wasn't just 745. It was 745 a day. All for not get killed by the angels in Sodom. Get your facts straight Lord Beelzebub."
"Crawly can you take anything seriously?" Hastur growled.
"This is serious. If the forces of Heaven are really planning on having a Messiah come to Earth it could ruin everything we have worked so hard to build." Ligur added.
"Thank you Ligur. Exactly. So if you could take this a little more fucking seriously and curve your immature comments for five minutes that would be great." Beelzebub said as she put two fingers up to her strained forehead.
"Fucking is a really poor choice of words in this scenario," Crawly mumbled.
Ligur punched him so hard his corporation's nose broke. Crawly only laughed at this.
"Besides how do we know that angel was even telling the truth. He could have just been lying to save his own ass. Metaphorically and literally speaking since Lord Beelzebub shoved a-"
"Of course he was telling the truth. Why won't he have been?" Beelzebub huffed.
"Because he is an angel and they are so glued to their cause that they can and will die for their heavenly cause. He probably was just talking out of his ass to make us chase our own tails. We probably have nothing to worry about." Crawly said while wiping the blood from his face and snapping his fingers to miracle heal his broken nose.
"It is better to prepare and brace for the worst rather than assume the worst and be ill-prepared for when the Son of God comes to Earth," Hastur said shaking his head and scratching the side of his face.
"If He is coming to Earth. You guys are forgetting a key and important piece to the equation here. God doesn't give a fuck about humanity or any of us. If She did She wouldn't have destroyed Sodom and Gamorra and won't have sent the Great Flood if She did. So why would She have suddenly changed Her mind about them now in order to send some kind of Savior?"
"On the contrary Crawly, you forget we owned most of those humans souls that were killed. In fact, many of them are down in the lower courts of Hell in the Spiral of Defecation or how about in the Deepest Darkest Pit in the Fifth Circle. This wasn't an act of hatred. It was an act of purge. Purge the scum of the Earth. Our scum. So that the Heavenly forces could start anew without all the temptations around for the Holy and Chosen people of God as this parasitical angel went on about would be able to rise from the ashes and be set apart. It all makes sense. The filthy angel's confession makes too much sense." Hastur mumbled shaking vigorously.
"I understand as much. I am not an idiot and I never will be."
"You sure fucking act like it though."
"Enough! The point is the angel has given us all the information we need to proceed with and help our master. He is no longer of use to our master and will be executed accordingly. I expect the three of you to be in attendance. We will discuss Hastur's plan of using Tamar to through off the line of Christ afterwords." Beelzebub said with a matter of factly tone as she rose and tapped the stack of papers with the details on the desk before calling in an usher of Hell to take them to a lower Hellspawn accountant.
Crawly never enjoyed Hell executions. He loathed them. He had seen demons angels and humans meet these fates and he did not wish to see them. However when push came to shove and that push being the fear of what Hell had in store for him that he keep deep down behind an emotionless facial expression to conceal the pain. Physical pain brought onto him all his life had taught him this.
He was with the other demons brushing against them and their disgusting odor filled his nose. In Hell, everything was always so inclosed. It made him claustrophobic and he enjoyed the Earth. How open everything was. The sky. The fields. The ocean. He enjoyed being up there. Not to mention a particular angel who made everything worthwhile. The only one he could talk to. He didn't understand everything about his job in Hell of course but just enough to make Crawly feel like he had someone to relate to. Perhaps they weren't so different after all.
The angel was brought in and he saw through the glass window where the demons were shoving him into that his corporation could barely stand it was so weak. He had burns all over his body and left a trail of blood on the floor. The demons who drifted him on both sides had to carry him most of the way.
Azreal was among them. The demons couldn't sense her and she was invisible to them for Micheal had put protection on her. She could feel them around her though. She could feel their hatred.
Death was there too. He stood near the angel whose name was Gavreel. He was a Cherubim angel who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Once a part of Raphael's hierarchy he now served under Micheal's. It didn't matter who he was or his personality. He had shared with them the secrets meant never to be uncovered by the demons but here he was.
Beelzebub gave trials that were an oxymoron for demons for it was never fair. She read off the charges and he said some things back. He focused on Death the entire time. The demons had almost beat his corporation to Death. It gave him comfort to know it was almost over.
They burned him in Hellfire and Crawly had to turn away. He heard the angel screaming like a pig being slaughtered. He didn't watch.
Gavreel felt his entire body on fire. It was horrifically painful as though every bone in his body had betrayed him. Then it was over. Azreal stood over him. He was in the room but not of it.
He grabbed onto her arms in desperation.
"I have never been so happy to see you in all my life." he whispered.
"I know. I know. It is alright my child. We will be going into The Mystery soon enough. All pain will cease there."
"They know Azreal. They know. I am so so sorry. They know about God's Son. I tried but they-the things they did to me-I-"
"It's alright Gavreel! It's alright."
She brought his soul to The Mystery. She then went straight to Micheal.
You see Crawly isn't the only one who can stop time. Azreal can too.
"They know."
"At that time, Judah left his brothers and went down to stay with a man of Adullam named Hirah. There Judah met the daughter of a Canaanite man named Shua. He married her and made love to her; she became pregnant and gave birth to a son, who was named Er. She conceived again and gave birth to a son and named him Onan. She gave birth to still another son and named him Shelah. It was at Kezib that she gave birth to him. Judah got a wife for Er, his firstborn, and her name was Tamar. But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the Lord's sight; so the Lord put him to death. Then Judah said to Onan, "Sleep with your brother's wife and fulfill your duty to her as a brother-in-law to raise up offspring for your brother." But Onan knew that the child would not be his; so whenever he slept with his brother's wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from providing offspring for his brother. What he did was wicked in the Lord's sight; so the Lord put him to death also. Judah then said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, "Live as a widow in your father's household until my son Shelah grows up." For he thought, "He may die too, just like his brothers." So Tamar went to live in her father's household. After a long time Judah's wife, the daughter of Shua, died. When Judah had recovered from his grief, he went up to Timnah, to the men who were shearing his sheep, and his friend Hirah the Adullamite went with him. When Tamar was told, "Your father-in-law is on his way to Timnah to shear his sheep," she took off her widow's clothes, covered herself with a veil to disguise herself, and then sat down at the entrance to Enaim, which is on the road to Timnah. For she saw that, though Shelah had now grown up, she had not been given to him as his wife. When Judah saw her, he thought she was a prostitute, for she had covered her face. Not realizing that she was his daughter-in-law, he went over to her by the roadside and said, "Come now, let me sleep with you." "And what will you give me to sleep with you?" she asked. "I'll send you a young goat from my flock," he said. "Will you give me something as a pledge until you send it?" she asked. He said, "What pledge should I give you?" "Your seal and its cord, and the staff in your hand," she answered. So he gave them to her and slept with her, and she became pregnant by him. After she left, she took off her veil and put on her widow's clothes again. Meanwhile Judah sent the young goat by his friend the Adullamite in order to get his pledge back from the woman, but he did not find her. He asked the men who lived there, "Where is the shrine prostitute who was beside the road at Enaim?" "There hasn't been any shrine prostitute here," they said. So he went back to Judah and said, "I didn't find her. Besides, the men who lived there said, 'There hasn't been any shrine prostitute here.'" Then Judah said, "Let her keep what she has, or we will become a laughingstock. After all, I did send her this young goat, but you didn't find her." About three months later Judah was told, "Your daughter-in-law Tamar is guilty of prostitution, and as a result she is now pregnant." Judah said, "Bring her out and have her burned to death!" As she was being brought out, she sent a message to her father-in-law. "I am pregnant by the man who owns these," she said. And she added, "See if you recognize whose seal and cord and staff these are." Judah recognized them and said, "She is more righteous than I, since I wouldn't give her to my son Shelah." And he did not sleep with her again. When the time came for her to give birth, there were twin boys in her womb. As she was giving birth, one of them put out his hand; so the midwife took a scarlet thread and tied it on his wrist and said, "This one came out first." But when he drew back his hand, his brother came out, and she said, "So this is how you have broken out!" And he was named Perez. Then his brother, who had the scarlet thread on his wrist, came out. And he was named Zerah..."