I, Devil (a love story)

Chapter 47: Azazel

We have a new problem. Well, it isn't new. We have had the problem since Sachiel. The problem WAS Sachiel. And now Kahbiel. And now someone else. There was a line outside. Kahbiel and I sat in my office as we looked out the window. The angels were piling up outside, all of them lost and seeking Resources.

I grilled Kahbiel. I asked him question after question. He was less than useful. He knew so little, or he seemed to. The information was there, but since in Heaven's dimension time worked so differently-- he experienced the universe through a completely different lens. It was like the information was dormant. He knew what things were, but he experienced it in a different way. A nice way. Pain felt differently, if distantly. In Kahbiel's perspective-- sure, pain hurt. But it was for a lesson, a special purpose. Everyone suffered, but it was within divine reason.

Whatever happened just ripped the dimensions apart. I would have blamed myself for this-- since I was the one who literally threw Hell and several other layers of the universe into the garbage disposal AKA the Void. ...But, Sachiel fell before I did that. So, for once... it wasn't me. I didn't do it, even though I'll get the blame.

It was like someone hit Kahbiel with a frying pan. His world seemed backwards. He sat blankly, in a white toga with a golden disk halo hanging above his moppy dark hair, as if his brain were scrambled. I didn't know why he was here, either. But, welcome, brother! Congrats, you're a fallen angel, now.

"Welcome to the Apology Center, sorry about it," I said to Kahbiel in a sigh. "What am I supposed to do with you guys?" I asked him rhetorically as the phone continued to ring off the hook. There was Ababaloy and Ridwan. Then, Melkiel and Elomnia. Angel after angel suddenly appeared outside the call center building. All of them politely asking for Resources, since it read: the Devil Apology and Resource Center on the sign outside. All of them seemed dazed and confused and wondering how or why they were in Hell. It was raining angels and it was becoming a real problem.

Raum. I needed to call Raum. I picked up the phone and immediately hung up on my security minion. I dialed out to Raum. I concentrated, hard. I prayed and summoned his name. I really, really, really super needed to talk to him. He was the only Resource I had!!

He sighed loudly and answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Raum, it's me, Azazel--!!!"

"I know."

"I really really super need your help right now, man! Brother! Please--?!??1!!1

"I cannot help you..."

"But you NEEEEED to!"

"I don't need..."

"But you NEEEEEEEED TO!!!!111 PLEASE!1!!!!!!!!1

"I will be right there."

Instantly, he was there. He took the form of a four foot white raven with creepy orange-gold eyes. He looked different-- bigger, somehow. He had a orange-gold halo, too, which was new. His halo was pretty, like lace made of soft caramel. It looked like a delicious sunset biscuit. He looked interesting. Dare I say, even somewhat intimidating. I knew he wasn't happy to be here, to be fair.

"I am not happy to be here," said Raum in a molten voice. I knew he was actually pissed.

"Look, Raum, old buddy, old pal," I said. I hooked my arm around his thick, soft bird-neck and forced him to look out the window. I knew I actually captured his interest. His aura softened a little. He seemed surprised to see the growing crowd, too.

"Who are they?" asked Raum.

"Well, remember when I told you about Sachiel, The good guy who suddenly appeared? A newly fallen angel? ...Yeah, so there is a bunch of them, now," I said as I gestured to Kahbiel, who sat blankly at the conference table. "And before you go off and blame me for anything, it wasn't me. I didn't do it. Sachiel came before the... the great Earthquake thing. Where I broke a bunch of stuff. And maybe made an Apocalypse. Whatever."