Deicide

The Showdown

 The three of us charged together. I had the Blade drawn, Jessica had her cloud sword, and the Devil had a black two-pronged weapon.

 The angels reached us before we reached God who was on the opposite end of the park.

 I stabbed the Blade hilt deep into an angel's torso, he went limp and I flung him to the side.

 A couple dozen spectators circled the park, watching the battle and taking pictures.

 The Devil was glowing brighter than ever and Jessica had a dark smile on her face.

 I sliced an angel's arm off and kicked him onto the blade of one of his comrades then slit the second's throat.

 The battle raged on for almost a half hour and there seemed to be an endless supply of angels pouring out of the torn sky.

 Jessica seemed more tired, the Devil glowed less brightly and I felt like I had lead weights tied to my limbs but the three of us fought still like starving animals. 

 I almost lost the Blade numerous times but kept remembering that I needed it to complete my task.

 We had managed to fight our way halfway across the park. I could see God at the other end. He wasn't smiling like I had expected but he wasn't frowning either. His face was perfectly neutral. 

 We made eye contact for a split second until an angel rammed into me, knocking me onto the ground. I jumped up and stabbed him.

 An angel hit Jessica's head with the butt of his sword and she crumpled to the ground. I decapitated the angel.

 "You okay?" I asked.

 She was unconscious.

 "I'll heal her," the Devil said. "But now this is up to you."

 "Can you give me a boost?" I asked.

 The Devil tapped my forehead with his index finger and I was filled with an intense rage and all my fatigue went away.

 I literally flew into the angels, slicing through them and demolished the remaining angels in minutes.

 The boost wore off and I lay on my back for about a minute.

 Gripping the Blade, I pushed myself up.

 Jessica was sitting up but her eyes were glazed. The Devil nodded at me and I turned to God.

 He was standing about ten yards away from me, observing the carnage.

 I slowly walked up to him.

 "What do you think?" I asked, panting from battle.

 "Not bad," He said, putting his hands in his pockets.

 "Have I proven myself to you? Wasn't that the whole point?"

 He shook His head. "No. The point is to kill me."

 "Yeah but haven't I proven myself to you?"

 "No. I told you, you have to do this the hard way." He pulled His hands from his pocket and held them up like a boxer.

 I dropped the Blade.

 He swung first. I blocked but His strength was incredible. My arm was bruised for sure.

 I punched His nose. His head snapped back but He was otherwise unharmed.

 I didn't see His fist coming. 

 Stars danced in front of my eyes. I stumbled onto the ground and warm blood trickled down my face.

 I hazily got up and punched God in the stomach as hard as I could. He reeled as the punch seemed to have affected Him but He recovered quickly, picking me up and dropping me on the ground. I fell unconscious for a few seconds.

 "Come on," He said. "Is this the best you can do?"

 I rolled over and pushed myself up. I sunk Michael's dagger into His side.

 He looked shocked and genuinely harmed but again recovered quickly and sank the dagger into my side.

 I groaned and fell to my knees.

 I pulled the dagger out of my side and turned to see God holding the Blade.

 "A nice Blade," He said, admiring the angel blood caked blade.

 "It won't look so nice poking out of your chest," I said, spitting blood on the pavement. 

 He kicked me, sending me sprawling on the ground and pointed the Blade at my throat.

 He pulled it back, preparing to strike me.

 I closed my eyes.

 The wind whistled as the Blade approached me.