Perseus The Disgraced Archangel

Confronting God

    Percy entered a room. God was standing facing a window. Percy shut the door behind him. God turned around.

     "Alright. I'll give you one chance... to apologize." Percy said.

     "Apologize? You punched me." God said. "Tell you what I can do. I can forgive you."

     Percy scoffed. Then laughed. "Taking the high ground, magnificent. I may have struck the latest blow, but that was only in response to the litany of offenses that you, dear old dad, have bestowed upon me."

     "So you believe me? Good. Tell me, just what is it you think I've done?"

     "Oh, we're going there, are we?!" Percy started speaking fastly. "Alright, let's see. Um. Casting me into Hell for eternity because you haven't got the balls to get your own cowardly hands dirty? Giving us the illusion of control, when it's all just you manipulating with your 'big plan'. You are a patronizing, sinister, horrible parent!"

     "So you think, you have no free will?"

     "Every bad thing that's happened throughout eternity is your doing, not mine! 'It's all a part of God's plan.'" Percy calmed himself down a little bit. "As much as I'm enjoying this trip down memory lane, I want an apology, now."

     "Now that's not the Samael I remember."

     "No. No, DAD! This is who you made me when you cast me away! NOW, APOLOGIZE!"

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     Percy woke up, tied to a gurney. He was rolling down a hallway. His vision was blurry, but when the person who was pushing him looked down at him, he could've sworn it was Santa Claus.

    "You may want to rethink this, see, I am actually the Devil."

     "No you're not the Devil, you're just a man that's delusional in a mental hospital. You made it all up."

     "So? I'm not the Devil. I'm just a man who's delusional. I made it all up. I MADE IT ALL UP! I made it all up."

     Percy's gurney smashed into another one.

     "Hello, son."

     Percy's eyes widened. "DAD! See? I am the Devil, nice try Santa." Percy said.

     Santa pulled out a scalpel and held it to Percy's throat. "Tell me what you told the police."

     "Only the truth. That you, Mr. Kringle, are a cold blooded killer."

     "What else?!"

     "Why'd you wanna know, Nurse Kipsey?" God asked.

     Nurse Kibsey stood up straight and looked at God. She walked over to him, slowly. When she reached him, she pulled off the Santa mask/helmet thingy. "Why aren't the drugs working on you?"

     "Oh, it's obvious, isn't it? It's cause he's GOD!" Percy laughed. "Oh, hey!" They shouldn't be working on me either. But, guess it's because dad's here. That might explain it."

    "Shut up." Nurse Kipsey said.

    "ok." Percy said. He said it like it was lowercase too.

     "Doesn't matter. Now you know it's me, I have to kill you both."

     Percy made an uff noise.

     "I changed my name. So no one would know she was my mother. She was a raging bitch my entire life. Controlling, manipulative, she tortured me. So I decided to tortuer her. Pumped her full of drugs, drove her crazy-"