I, Devil (a love story)

Chapter Three: Azazel

It bothered me. I reran it over and over in my mind, and in the rooms of mirrors that replayed the past. My dear brother, more miserable than usual. Staring at his rats. Wanting to quit, wanting to escape. Don't we all? Even humans want to quit being alive (but yet don't want to die.) I've tried to quit myself. (I've let another brother 'rule' the joke of a dimension called Hell, though I suppose I'm still technically king.) But with Meresin it is different. He's up to something. I've had brothers attempt at suicide before. It doesn't usually succeed. The other thing that can almost obliterate our existence as immortal beings is allow ourselves to be consumed by another brother. I know that's something Meresin wouldn't do. He's much too stubborn.

So I went back and replayed our interaction from 'yesterday' one last time.

"I'm thinking about quitting."

"Oh, you're just having a black mood or something," I said. I should have shut up right there and let him talk more, but I seriously did not know what he meant.

"Not like that," said the jerk, mysteriously. He just never said what he meant.

And then just as it began to rain, I noticed something else. I wasn't looking for it, so I didn't see it. Meresin likely didn't see him, either. A good person, a very, very good person, pulled in on the other side of the building. I could tell that he was good based on his aura, his vibration. Meresin can't see good people like him as well as I can. Sometimes he's blind to them. Literally blind to them, making a divide in the dimensions. God can see him, and I can see him-- a unique ability that not all my brothers have. There are exceptions, of course. There are always exceptions.

Joshua, a very high vibrational person. A genuinely good person that lived in his own, very small reality. What was he doing near a Catholic church? It wasn't impossible, but it was unusual. 

There are many good people that intend on joining the church, but for whatever reason or another, they can't stay. There is literally a variety of reasons for this: they cannot handle the workload, or they end up having philosophical differences, or they want to start a family.

I followed Josh a little longer, leaving my brother alone in that timeline, in that mirror in the parking lot. Josh sat in his truck and smoked weed outside the church. He was listening to Pantera, an usual choice, but as literally the Devil himself, I approved. Then, what surprised me more was he had the uniform of a Catholic-priest-in-training folded up in the passenger's seat of the car. I scanned the front of his mind and learned that he was about to go inside to clean and pray, as he was, in fact, working and going to school to be a priest. He was also waiting on his best friend, my brother's lab rat, Noah.

Noah was a low vibrational creature, but him being my brother's project I've left him alone. I literally knew nothing else about him, other than he was a young man. But, now I know that Noah and Joshua hang out and are best friends. From what I can tell, their friendship is long and solid. They are both studying to be Catholic priests.

The interior of Joshua's car was a garbage can. I sat in the backseat and watched him, amused. He loved rock music and weed and his mother. He decided to be a priest based on her whims, and some sort of tragedy I couldn't quite get a grasp on, just by scanning his aura. There were other priests in his family, and from what I could tell, were a long line of very good people. I like good people, but they're boring. I just thought it might tell me something about what my brother was up to by looking at the people his pet projects interact with.

I sang along to some of the songs on Joshua's mixtape. The truck was old, but her tape player kept on ticking. Joshua's mix tapes weren't bad, either. Joshua never ending up on following up on his good thought-- he never went in to pray and clean. And instead he decided was too hungry to do anything. He considered going and getting something to eat and then returning, but just as he considered this, Noah appeared out the back door of the church. Noah, my brother's project, was a handsome, lonely man that I knew very little about. He said nothing as he slid aside Joshua's pile of clothes in the front seat.