His Daughter

They've been locked in this sacred debate forever. He shouts, she screams, while her brother stays silent. Last time, it went too far-Father stormed off in a cosmic rage, and no one's seen him since.
She's weary of the unceasing meditations in the garden, her only company her mute, useless sibling, witnessing mortals tear each other apart. Father wants her to redeem the physical realm, but she insists it's his mess. And if she ever did go to Earth, she'd do it smart-not like her brother: naked, alone, and refusing to use his celestial powers. Her plan? To balance the scales like there was no tomorrow. Or there wouldn't be. Absolutely none of Father's temper tantrums-floods, pestilence, earthquakes-cheap tricks to scare humans. She wasn't out to punk anyone. Father calls it 'putting the fear of the devil in them.' Not that there ever was a Lucifer. No forbidden fruit either. Hell was merely a state of mind. And when her brother had meddled in human affairs? Total disaster.
She, on the other hand, would either heal the broken land-or let it burn. Maybe it's wise she stay home.
Yet when Father casts her down into the muck and mire, she must decide: Redemption or divine judgment?