The Angel and the Demon

He was a demon seeking peace, she was an angel craving chaos

“Myra!” God’s voice echoes in the immaculate palace hallways.

“Coming, God!” She bellows, running through the castle. She turns a corner, running right into Mr. high-and-mighty. “Yes?”

“We’re on the verge of war, and you’re off, partying and ‘hanging out’ with those other angels? Shame on you! You’re my pupil! You should know better!”

“I’m sorry, God. What must I do next?”

“You must track down Gabriel. He is the only one who can save us.”

“Yes, my lord. I shall depart at once.” Myra exits the grand palace, walking through the fields. “Gabriel, hm? Gabriel, the only savior. The preventer of wars. Ha! What if he is dispelled? Chaos! The choice lays in my hands! I shall choose chaos, for nothing is as it seems here!”

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“Case!” He yells, sitting on his throne of fire and flame.

“Yes, sire?” He asks, walking into the throne room.

“I have finally devised a way to start a war with that goody-two-shoes! Find Gabriel, an old friend of mine. He can supply us with all we need!”

“Of course, your supreme ruthlessness.” He exits the bowels of Hell, beginning his way to Gabriel’s. “A war. Is that the answer? I think not. What if I get rid of Gabriel, the supplier? For I wish only peace, not war. Demon or not, wars are… Chaos! I seek only peace. Yes, if I dispose of Gabriel, then there shall be no war!”

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Myra knocks on the door of the wooden shack, freezing despite the sun, clear in the sky. “Gabriel!” she calls, rubbing her hands for warmth. An old man opens the door, beaming.

“Hello, lass. You must be freezing! Come in, come in!” He leads her through a living room and into a tiny dining room, the only light coming from numerous candles along the walls. “What brings you here?”

“God sent me. We’re on the verge of war, and we wish not this. He says only you can prevent the condescending violence!”

“I may be able to do this, with time.” Suddenly, something bumps against the hut. Knocking. Someone else is knocking?!

“Are you expecting someone?”

“No. Stay here.” He goes into the kitchen, grabbing a tray of tea. “Have some of this. It may be a demon, looking for you. If he asks, you’re my granddaughter, Susan.” He walks to the front door, opening it. “Hello, lad. What can I do for you?”

“Can I come in?” This was her chance. She slipped the poison into Gabriel’s cup, stowing the container in her big coat.

“Sure, join Myra at the table.” Myra though they agreed she was Susan if it was a demon, so this must not be. Gabriel walks back in, followed by a young boy, about her age. No horns or demon wings. That’s a good sign. He sits down, throwing off a coat.

“I’m Case. God sent me with a message.”

“Weird,” Gabriel replied. “Why would he send two angels?” Case turns to Myra, curiosity in his eyes. An angel is here. Damn! God must’ve gotten here first.

“Um, well, this is a new development God didn’t tell her! Satan is sending a demon here for your help!”

“That’s distressing! Why would they want my help?” The silence was deafening. “Let me get you some tea, Case.” He walks off, and Case pours something into his cup. “Here you go, Case.”

“Thank you,” he accepts the tea, and gulps it down. Gabriel chuckles, sipping on his tea. Suddenly, he starts choking, then he’s silenced. “Is Gabriel dead?”

Myra walks over, checking for a pulse. “Nope, he’s fine.”

“How?!”

“What do you- Wait! What did you put in his drink?”

“Dimethylmercury!”

“Damn,” Myra returns to her seat, putting her head in her hands.

“Why isn’t he dead?”

“Because, you idiot, I put Botulinum in his drink earlier.”

His eyes widen with the realization. “You want him dead, too? Why? If God sent you, aren’t you supposed to be, well, good?”

“God said Gabriel could stop the war, before it’s begun. I lead a resistance, trying to take God down. It took me years to get to the post I’m currently at. I need this war to happen. So, I thought, why not kill Gabriel?”

“Satan sent me, said Gabriel could provide weapons. I want peace, so I thought, get rid of Gabriel.”

“Just let me finish him off,” Myra pulls out a knife and slices off his head. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll go to God, say demons killed Gabriel. You go to Satan, say angels killed Gabriel. We’re both partially telling the truth.”

“Thank you..”

“Myra, I’m Myra. And you’re Case.”

He laughs, “Yes, I am. You know, we don’t have to go back.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Just, hear me out. You don’t like living with goody-two-shoes in the clouds, I don’t enjoy serving Satan. So, what if we stay on Earth? Somewhere they can’t find us?”

“You’re crazy! They’d kill us for that!”

He smiles, “We’re already dead, they can’t re-kill us, can they?”
“I suppose not. But, where would we go?”

“To a college, learn something new! We could get jobs, live normal lives!”

“Except we can’t die.”

“We move on when they start to get suspicious.”

“I don’t know. Sounds sketchy.”

“Isn’t everything?”

“True. Fine, we’ll stay here. But you better be right about them not being able to find us.” He smiles, grabbing her arm as they leave, off to start a new life.

Author's Note

I don't care that it came to an ubrupt end.

Reviews

[Matthew Quinn]

Hey there!
I really liked the beginning of this story. It contained a lot of humor, and resembled a classic farce filled with misunderstandings. One piece of advice that I have would be to clean up the middle portion where they both are at Gabriel's house. It doesn't really make sense that Gabriel would just let both of them into his home without any suspicion, especially after he mentions that it might be a demon sent by Satan.
I definitely think that you should expand on this! I would really like to spend more time in this story, especially that parts with God and Satan, which were very funny and well written!

[reibirb]

I really like the mixup in the beginning, and the concept of the angel and demon becoming friends in the end is pretty awesome. It'd be cool if you wrote more about them, I like the characters you managed to create in such a short space!