"No, please God, NO!"
He could only watch as his fiancee was slowly strangled by the safety belt that initially saved her life, only to prolong her suffering and steal it from her later.
"He hears all."
"Go away and leave me to die!"
"John, you know as well as I that you do not want to die now or anytime in the near future. Which brings me to my point. I want to give you back your life. Turn the wheel of time back an hour or so, and let you make the right choices to avoid this...unfortunate scene. All I ask is that you forfeit a life of servitude. Which, I promise you, will be a lot longer than the current one you have."
"You're a figment of my imagination. A result of my dying brain triggering visions to assist me as I burn alive. You're not even here..."
"Please, make it stop!"
"Would love to John, but I first need an answer from you."
"Yes! Yes, goddamn it. Just make it stop!"
"Hello again, John." The Angel said.
The Omega Room: Darkness falls
In the conference room sat a long table that stretched from one side, all the way to the other side of the room with two chairs at either end. A red satin tablecloth ran the length of the tabletop, filled with a variety of orderves; kebabs; a dozen kinds of meats; soups; souffles; salads; breads; rolls; fruits; desserts and a main course dished at each end of the table of a full roasted boar spread out among a gold platter with a slightly charred apple in its mouth. On the end closest to the door was the honored guest, dressed in robes stained with a thousand years worth of bloodshed, and at the other end the host who kept to the shadows as much as he could, wearing a vested tuxedo complete with diamond encrusted cufflinks that provided a spark of light at his scaly wrist when none was available. The two were very powerful and motivational beings in human history, although often misquoted or poorly portrayed by some of the most inspirational hands in modern art. One figure, who spoke with a slight lisp, even considered selling the soul of Raphael to one of Lucifer's Doppelgangers in exchange for two gold coins; but even the devil knew better than to trust the soul of a man who could capture another spirit inside the walls of a deep cavern, such as Raphael.
They each engaged the other in small talk as they sampled one dish after another, sizing each other up as they waited for the remaining panel of deities to join them. Slowly, a new face would materialize at the table and patiently await the right opportunity to join in the conversation, until the entire table had been lined with Demons, except for one. This Guest was unlike the others. He was not a Demon nor a God, but very powerful and often storied throughout many books in human history as the general to one of the greatest armies in the known cosmos. He wore a rusted iron chest plate, a clothed shirt beneath it and chain mail leggings that ended at tipped steel toed boots. He took a handful of grapes and ate them as he listened.
"What of the Genesis Seed?" The Host asked.
Someone answered: "He will rise as planned."
"And of the Priest?"
Someone said: "The Bishop has initiated a response."
"Did he not do that already and fail?"
Someone said: "The Assassin was sent in."
"Really?" the Host said with surprised interest. "Is he really that much of a presence that a Demon is needed?"
Another raspy voice answered: "Hesss been chosssen by The Lamb persssonally. He isss more than a sssimple man."
"So I have heard. Very well then, eat, drink and devour in our approaching victory. In less than a week, the Genesis Seed will rise and bring with it a new beginning. We will finally take back what should have been ours from the start, and there shall be no offensive from Him this time around."
One of the guest who blended in with the others, without appearing as one of them, made a faint motion with his hand that brought the attention of the table solely upon him, even that of the Host who was not surprised by his visitation.
"Because He is not among you, doesn't make him any less a presence nor foe against your unholy transgressions."
"Ah, Michael." the Host said standing and bowing respectfully. "How nice of you to join. I am afraid, however, this matter does not fall within your jurisdiction. The meatbags have forsaken you and your God for a more familiar one whom they can all relate. A fleshy leader of men, with godlike grace and modern appeal. This realm no longer requires the likes of your kind."
Michael smiled and drank from his cup.
"Haima Oinos, is it? Do you still procure it from the lips of virgins or just extract it from any animal you can place your claws on, Hades."
The God of the Underworld sprung forward from his chair, erupting into vicious flames that extended out from each side of him. Hades spat hellfire from his lips as he reprimanded his uninvited guest.
"You shall show respect while in my presence Archangel!"
Michael jumped back from the table, his wings opening behind him, sweeping him from the ground in a great rush of wind.
"You're more of a myth than your replacement, Hades. I fear not this place or anyone within this room. The LORD is my Shepperd, and my weapon which can not be defeated by the likes of demigods and demons."
"Lucifer is a pawn with a chip on his shoulder! The Genesis Seed will correct that and return my throne...as well as the throne of your King. Speaking of which, Where is your God now Michael?"
"Listening." He said lifting higher into the air, absorbing through the ceiling, hoping like hell that his faith was stronger than his beliefs.
"We shall see."
The table became a haven of chatter. Demons consorted with other Demons as their masters spoke with Hades who listened from his shadowy place among the table. But it was the words of one that whispered louder than all the rest, echoing inside his mind and controlling his thoughts as though he were a puppet to its will. It was the true threat, the actual God, the King of Kings...the Alpha God.
"None of them know. Not even the Archangel. What will befall the heavens and the earth will come as a thief in the night. Let them have their hero, for when the Genesis Seed sprouts, all will kneel before their one true God."
The voice faded as if it were part of a dream in which Hades could not quite remember, but knew had happened because the emotions, the fear and the worry, remained heavy on his black heart. The rule of rumor had dominated mortals and immortals and when the rapture of the Genesis Seed was finally upon them, the slate of time would be wiped clean...of everything.