C'thelli's Demonic Orphanage

9

Feimo stood at the window dumbfounded, "Come again!" he demanded. 

Was it a normal custom for your local priest to climb up to your window and ask such peculiar questions? Dom chuckled in the moonlight and requested to come in. This must have been a test. C'thelli and the father were friends, she must have put him up to this. He considered just closing the shutters and going back to his new bed, and yet the satisfaction of putting this angel lover in his place was overwhelming.

He let him in. 

Much to Dom's relief who stretched his legs with a low groan. "So, what do you say?" he asked. From the full week of constant interaction with the devil, he had learned that surface dwellers often asked questions that weren't supposed to be answered. Yet here he was, requested to answer such an extreme question. "Do you want to kill God?" he repeated enthusiastically. He was unsure how to tackle this situation. He hardly knew the priest and already he was throwing him through a loop. Maybe he took offence to being called Pops? 

He responded, "Sure I do, but it wouldn't really look good on my report so..." 

Dom began to pace about the room, his leather boots hardly made a squeak against the floor boards as he moved. "You know, Feimo, I fought in the war as well." With a wave of his hand, the candle beneath his palm re-lit into an impossible blaze, soaking the walls into a bright orange similar to the flaring battlefields of the Underworld. "I fought for God and my kin. I have seen friends die and devastation on an unprecedented scale. I presume this is something we have in common?" he turned to him, his face was a bloody red as he levelled his gaze upon him.

Feimo nodded along with tensing muscles. Maybe Dom was seeking for a motive for vengeance? Somewhere in his hazy mind, fuzzy images and frenzied highs of past battles swirled inside him. Though a hundred years of prison had rotted much of his memories away. 

At least his pride hadn't wavered, something which Dom seemed to frown upon with a huff. "Come on, Pops, there's nothing wrong with feeling a lil righteous in the end," he muttered with his arms crossed over his chest indignantly.

The human chuckled, "Do you feel righteous? Was Satan's beliefs an echo of your own?" he asked in a soft murmur. He folded his hands over one another whilst Feimo thought about it. At the time, he wholeheartedly followed the Devil into battle, uncaring of his ideals. But when he pondered it over, about the surface world and the humans, he couldn't say that he truly hated any of them, and if C'thelli was less of a fun sponge, then he would've liked her more too. 

He shrugged.

"Precisely. There was nothing righteous about the war, and do you know who was to blame for it? God. God created the Devil - He created everything! Life, death, suffering, war. It was all him, Feimo. He is the power behind everything. If he wants a son, then Mary can't deny him. If he wants to torment Job and consort with the devil, then he shall, and if - in the most minute of circumstances that one suffers beyond his will, then he was complicit in it." A deep and shaky breath rattled out of his mouth. "The war, Feimo, it could have ended with a snap of his fingers. But it didn't. How many of your brood did you lose in the conflict? How many had turned to husks of salt and lost their souls, before Lucifer brought salvation unto us?" Dom became breathless as his frenzied eyes fell unto him in search of a response.

To think that it had been a devil that ended the war peacefully. It was hard to imagine. Alien even. Afterall, sin was the nature of the Underworld and yet it was the reality of their time. It was Lucifer, a fallen angel and a devil. It was he who had saved them from total annihilation, not God. "So what, you want to kill God... out of revenge?" the demon questioned, trying hard to follow the - could he even call him a priest anymore?