Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Forgiveness

Khalilah:

"You wanted to see me?" I asked Amara, sitting down next to her in a church, wearing a shorter, more modern version of her dress. I hadn't meant for that, it just sorta happened. "I haven't told anyone that I'm working with you, no one knows that we've even met face to face since Crowley's."

She didn't look at me, just staring up at the front of the beautiful church. "You've seen him. One of the only to have since he left."

I nodded, playing with my wedding ring, thinking about how I left Dean in the middle of a forest, just as I had when I'd known I was going to die. "Once, yes. And not for years. He made me what I am now, the Archangel Sentinel. Part of him must have known that you were coming, for me to look like Natara, to be her soul reused."

"Where was he?"

"Hidden. Not even I've been able to get back to the area of heaven he was in, Amara. There's only one other person who was ever there and she'd gone now, she died a few weeks ago, in relative time anyway. To me, she's been dead 26 years, because I'm 25. He's locked it away, or changed it to something I wouldn't recognise. Sorry, Amara."

At which point a priest approached us, smiling politely. "Hello. Nice to see a mother and daughter together in church." Please, my mother never stepped foot in a church, she was die hard Pagan.

She looked at him like she held all the answers. "Are you in charge here? I'm looking for God."

"Oh, of course. We all look for God in all things."

Amara wasn't understanding the fact that most people on Earth only thought that he existed through them, not that he was a physical person. "No. We need an actual meeting in a room. Miyuki and I need to talk to him."

"Well, it's the right place." He kept smiling at her as I looked down. I was her daughter, but you say mum to me, I think of Sarah Jane, the kindly Raven who sacrificed everything to keep me safe, and prepare me for this. Amara may have created me, but she didn't give birth to this form, or raise me, teaching me everything I knew. "This is his house. And the way to reach him is through prayer."

"Like them, you mean?" She asked, looking at the other practitioners of the parish.

He nodded at her. "Mm. Go ahead. Take her out for a spin."

She put her hands together, and I did the same, pushing out for him to tell me what was the right path. He abandoned his sister, but how did I know that he did that without reason? The Darkness was needed, there had to be a balance, without death, no space would be left for species to evolve. But then Amara got blocked out, and my own connection was shut off as he realised I was with her. "It's not working."

"Well of course it's working. He heard you."

My Creator was going to need a lot more proof than that. "How do you know?"

The Priest shrugged. "Because he promised."

"Oh, so you have seen him then." 

"Well, no one has. At least no one alive." 

"Wait. So only dead people get to see him? Because Miyuki was dead when she saw him." Another nod. "And this makes sense, to billions of you?"

He nodded, obviously starting to doubt her faith, though we knew he was real. "It is the nature of faith. It's all here." He picked up a Bible. "The mercy of God, his love of the world and mankind, his perfect plan for us..."

Yeah, except there was no plan, not that he created. We made a plan for ourselves. "A manipulation. You only believe what he wants you to believe. You don't know what he's like at all."