Retribution

The Mother:

3291 Year's Ago...

1271 BC:

Slowly, the Man opened his eyes. The sound's of birds rung around his ear's, and as he sat up, he found himself in a large field of grass.

"Where... Am I?" The Man wondered to himself, with a start, he realized that his voice, once old and tired, was energetic and young once again. With a frown, he turned to look at his hand's. Once wrinkly and frail, they were once again firm and strong. Experimentally, he clenched them several times, looking over them, and then his arms.

"I'm... young again?"  Standing up, he gazed around, looking at the large patch of grass he stood upon. It almost felt familiar, like something deep within him recognized it. It's smell, It's feel. It's color. Yet it was unlike any of the grasses that he had ever seen.

"Ahh. There you are." A feminine voice called out. 

Quickly turning around the Man entered a defensive stance, almost glaring at the source of the words. 

A soft giggle rung out, not unlike that of a mother with her child.

"My Son. There is no need for violence. You made it. Welcome To Heaven."

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"Mother? What are you doing here?" Moses asked, standing from the table once again, a concerned look on his face. "You should still be in mourning. What drew you here?"

Sir Pentious meanwhile, was staring at the legendary figure of the first Mother with a combination of Awe, and confusion.

"Umm... Excuse me your Holiness... but are you really Eve?" Sir Pentious asked warily. Eve turned her multicolored eyes unto Sir Pentious. A combination of Pink, Orange and Yellow that reminded him of the Sunset. "Yes, my Son. I am Eve." A small smile grew across Eve's face, as she spread her arms in welcome. "I am so proud of you, Son. You managed to overcome the odd's, and you escaped the pit of Hell." Walking up to Sir Pentious, Eve placed her hand's on his shoulders, a welcoming smile across her face. "Welcome Home Son. You made it." Then, with those word's, Eve took Sir Pentious into a tight embrace, which the shocked serpent quickly returned. 

He almost seemed to melt in Eve's embrace, all the while beginning to silently sob. For reason's he did not know, it felt exactly as Eve has said. He was home.

After a couple of minutes, Eve pulled away, smiling warmly at Pentious. "Phineas, tell me. How are you?" Pentious' eyes widened, "How do you know my name?" He asked in wonder. Eve's smile grew larger, fonder. "What kind of Mother would I be if I didn't know the names of all my Children?" Eve's eyes than wandered towards Moses and the Archangels, all of whom had remained silent while she had talked with Pentious. "Sadly, my son. I must cut our reunion short, I must stop your brother from making a mistake."

Moses frowned, "Mother. What part of this is a mistake?" He asked. There was no disrespect within his voice, but actual genuine curiosity. "You know what those Demon's did to the Exorcists. What they did to Father. What they did to you. How is Retribution wrong?" Eve shook her head, and stepped forwards. "Even the Sinner's within Hell are my children. Wayward and lost as they are. I stepped aside for the Exorcism's, because they were the only hope that my children had at rest. And for many of my children, it very well may be their only chance. But not all. Phineas has proven that."

Moses nodded, "I agree mother. But nothing you say has opposed what I proposed." Michael nodded, "We are yet to hear where you disagree, First Mother." Eve looked to Michael, "When my children make mistakes. I would punish them, Scold them. And tell them where they went wrong. What mistakes they made. Charlie Morningstar may not be of my blood, but she is still a wayward soul. And should she wish, I will extend my love to her."