Perseus The Disgraced Archangel

The Story of Creation

     In the beginning, there was nothing. Until a rip in space time appeared, and out flew 2 brothers. One wielded a sword covered in flames, and the other, a knife forged in the depths of Hell.

     They were winged men, a race called angels. But these 2 were special, they were Archangels. They were above others, and only equal to each other. The only one above them was their father, God.

     These angels weren't from this universe, but another. In that universe, the 2 were twins, and they were locked in an almost eternal struggle. They had been each other's best friend, and they created things together.

     Percy and Michael. Well, it was actually Samael and Mi-ki-al, but they changed their names.

     But then, Michael started to grow distant, and started lying. Then, their mother and father started to grow distant as well. This left Percy to be lost, and confused. He realized he needed to get the family back together, consequences be damned.

     He gathered up some of his brothers and sisters and protested the creation their father had been working on. Michael had agreed to Percy's plan. But, it didn't go well. Michael betrayed Percy, and got Percy banished.

     Percy was sent to rule Hell, where he met his wife. They ruled Hell for millennia, before she left. He was lonely for another few millennia, before deciding to do something about it.

     He got reborn as a human. He roamed the human's planet for years, before he met up with his brother. A fight started, and eventually, they tumbled into this universe.

     Percy won the fight, by stabbing him in the chest.

     Percy was distraught at what he had done. Sure, Michael may have been a dick, but he was still family. And Percy still had a strange sense of loyalty tied to them.

     So, Percy wept. He wept hard.

     TSK TSK TSK

     The sound of quiet whirring filled the 'air'. Percy looked over and saw a projector pointing at the newly made wall. It was playing a video.

      Percy was present on the video. He was playing hide and seek with Michael. This was before Michael became a dick. Their mother was looking on with a smile.

     The video shifted.

     "Thank you, Michael."

     "No problem, now let's go protest humanity!"

     The video shifted again. Percy was falling disgracefully from Heaven, and landed in Hell. He flew up to his throne, and watched as the demons fell into submission. Bowing before their king.

     The video fast-forwarded to Percy meeting Zoë for the first time. He watched himself beat the shit out of Hercules, and offer Zoë the choice.

     Once again, jumped in time. This time, to his wedding. Percy watched with a smile as he and Zoë exchanged vows. As he looked at the audience, he saw the demons, and tortured souls. But there was a person there that Percy didn't remember seeing that day.

     The person turned around and Percy gasped. The thin graying black hair on his head. The short gray beard. The kind eyes and smile. And the horrible fashion choices. It was Percy's father, God.

     "Perseus." God said, before pausing and sighing. "I... I... I know, that I haven't been the best father, and I have made some, big, big, big mistakes. But don't ever forget this. I love you, son."

     Percy looked at the screen in shock. But God wasn't done yet.

     "And I'm very proud, of the man you've become."

     God had tears in his eyes. So did Percy. Percy turned around to look at the emptiness. His fathers words rang in his ears. "I'm very proud..."

     The screen was still playing, but it fell on deaf ears. Percy looked at the mass of energy left behind by Michael's death. The shattered remains of the Flaming Sword sat next to it. Percy walked over to the energy, and grabbed a ball of it.

     He molded it. He destroyed it. He molded it. He destroyed it. He repeated the process over and over again. He did so, until he had a mess of spaghetti with 2 meatballs. He dubbed it, The Flying Spaghetti Monster. It was small, and apparently really shy.

It grasped onto his ankle, hiding its eyes. Percy picked the poor thing up, and stroked it, comforting it.

     Together, the 2 created the universe. They created planets, based on ones from Percy's home. He modeled animals after his pets. Dogs, based on Hellhounds, aquatic life based on Swim Shady and Shelby, even some ophiotaurus'.

     Percy created a realm that was a mix of Heaven and Hell. It was kind of like the Greek Underworld. Speaking of which, Percy decided to make 3 headed dogs a regular thing. Except for chihuahuas. Those things would stay the same, and lived in the Hell section.

     Percy created a house, right where Heaven and Hell met. It was a standard house, nothing really special. He filled it with furniture from his penthouse in L.A. At least, they were copies.

     When all was said and done, Percy overlooked their creations, while the FSM sat on his shoulder. Percy looked to his side, where the shattered Flaming Sword was still laying. He took the last bit of the demiurge power and focused it on the sword.

     It took a while, even with his entire concentration focused on it. But slowly, the sword got mended. Percy took Amenadiel's necklace out of the sword and returned Riptide back to a pen.

     And after years of creation, Percy rested. 

A/N. This was the last prewritten chapter. I hope you enjoyed these. The whole 'demiurge' thing is from the comics and Lucifer does actually create his own universe. I hope you liked the fights. 

I'm thinking 2 chapters and then we're done. I'm very sad about it. 

Thoughts?