Interview With An Angel

Question 4: What Did You Create While You Were in Heaven?

"Now, I remember from the earlier story you told me that Michael said you created...weapons? What kind of weapons were they and what were they for?" He asks.

"Yeah. I created weapons. In fact, I was the greatest weapon creator there was but my brothers refused to use the weapons that I created. I mostly created swords of all different lengths and I made some knives and one bow and arrow. They were created to be used against angels." I tell him. He gasps and his eyes widen as he quickly writes down what I said.

"Why would you create something like that?" He asks. I shrug.

"Self-defense? I mean I wasn't exactly on the best of terms with all of my brothers. I never planned on using them on any of them but if they are created to kill an angel then they can kill any other creature in existence." I explain. He nods again.

"Is there something special in these weapons?" He asks. I nod.

"Yeah. It was a type of metal that could only be created. Basically the only person who could get their hands on it was God." I explain. His mouth is open in shock for a second before he shakes himself out of it.

"So...He knew that you were making these weapons?" He asks.

"Yes. I wouldn't have been able to do it if He hadn't known. I wasn't trying to be a Lucifer. I don't like the thought of rebelling against Heaven." I tell him. He nods again and scribbles some things down.

"Do you think that if you had a different mindset that maybe you would have fallen instead of Lucifer?" He asks. I tilt my head to the side in thought.

"Hmm, I never honestly thought about that. I guess it's a good thing too, from what I've heard it hurts to fall. Although I think I understand the feeling pretty well now or maybe my pain was even worse than theirs, who knows?" I tell him. He cocks his head to the side in confusion.

"This has been bothering me the whole time. Why are you here if you are not fallen? Can't you just go back to your realm?" He questions. I let out a short laugh and shake my head.

"That's a long story, kid. I'm not saying I won't tell it but we aren't to that part yet." I tell him. He frowns but nods. "Do you have any more questions about Heaven or my time there?" I ask. He looks thoughtful for a moment before sitting forward in his chair.

"Yes. What does God look like?" He asks. I feel a small smile form on my face and I shake my head.

"Sorry. I can't tell you that. Maybe one day you'll find that out for yourself. Now, is that the end of these questions?" He scrunches his eyebrows together in annoyance. "I'm sorry, I'm just really ready to get through this next set of questions and not talk about it anymore." I tell him. He nods.

"Okay. Well, since you're so excited about it, let's move on to talking about your time in Hell." He says while drawing a line on his paper and writing the title of the next section of the interview.