God's Not (Not) Dead

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"So this God of yours, what does He do?"

"He created all that is, including you and I."

The figure looming over his shoulder chuckled in response. "You see, that's where you're wrong."

Malachi swallowed his fears and spoke, eyes fixated on the blank space in front of him. "How so?"

Malachi could practically feel the grin eradiating from Apollo's teeth.

"Answer me this, Malachi, where is your God right now, as we speak?" Apollo questioned.

Malachi felt his throat tense. The taller continued the interrogation, now walking in tight circles around him.

"Is He alive? If He is, what is He doing right now, and does He even know your name?"

"I'd like to think so," Malachi sharply answered, looking the demon deep in his eyes. He watched as the expression behind those F-sharp pupils shifted from playful curiosity to pity.

"Oh, you poor thing, you," Apollo muttered, turning away from the bright-eyed soul.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Without turning back, Apollo spoke with a voice that quaked the ground beneath them.

"Your God abandoned you a long, long time ago and left us to clean up His mess."
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