Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter VIII

Azazel's filthy tattered robes screamed in contrast against the perfectly white emptiness of First Heaven. He was now sitting alone in perfection for the first time in millennia and the former angel was experiencing difficulty controlling his emotional state. He understood very clearly that Angels stationed in Heaven had the luxury of maintaining a relatively flat emotional response to everything, however, down on Earth, it was a proverbial rollercoaster. His previously perceived clarity of thought was now exponentially less crystalline. He knew he hated the humans. What they did to him. What they did to God, but now, in this peaceful, love filled room, he began to think of how much of this might be his fault, might be Samael's. "No...Azazel. Keep it together."

Michael and Gabriel slowly materialized into the nothingness.

Azazel stood, noticing the very sad, concerned look painted on Michael's face.

"Oh brother, it is so good to see you." Michael reached up to place his hand on Azazel's arm. The Watcher stepped back with a snarl.

"I understand and I do apologize Brother Azazel." Michael said softly.

"I would prefer if we just get straight to business." Azazel hissed.

"Yes, would you like for me to change the scene..."

"Enough with the formalities, Michael, I am not some filthy human. Have you heard my demands?" the Watcher said sharply.

"I gave them to the Council earlier. Before we came here," Gabriel said.

"And?" the Watcher enquired. He tilted his head waiting for an answer.

Michael replied, "The Council agrees. But, you must follow the laws of Heaven to the nth degree. No harm to humans. You cannot seclude yourself. Since I was the one who suggested you..."

"You, Brother Michael, you are the one who suggested I should return to Heaven?"

"Yes, why?"

"It does not matter," Azazel said quietly.

"As I was saying...since, all of this was my suggestion, I will be with you to help re-acclimate."

"You mean, to make sure I don't kill a human or open the gates of Heaven to the Watchers."

"However you wish to look at it, Brother Azazel," Michael said flatly.
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Dustyn, Danny, Angel, and Carter sat on the steps of a Greco-Roman styled pavilion. The marble building sat on top of a large rocky hill overlooking a massive, densely covered jungle. A pterodactyl slowly flew by, then dove rapidly toward the foliage at a 45° angle disappearing in the thick canopy.

"Daaayumm, that was the shit!" Danny exclaimed. "I would have never thought in a million years I would see any Jurassic Park stuff like this..."

"You mean 65 million years," Carter said with a laugh, he and Danny high-fived over the comment.

"Damn right!" the truck driver exclaimed.

Dustyn watched another one of the winged creatures fly low over the tops of the trees. "Has anyone thought that angels are like giant virtual reality remote controls?" he wondered aloud.

Crickets.

"I mean, you ask them to make something and poof, you're lookin' at a dinosaur, you get it? Still nothing? Oh well, to me what was really cool this time, they came up with this scene on their own without us asking."

"You're stupid," Angel stated.

"I hate you," Dustyn replied.

"No you don't..."