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A feathery imp-like blue demon watched the whole battle from afar through a pair of binoculars. He lets out an exasperated breath.
"What a bunch of morons." He said.
"I take it that they lost, Deker?" his employer asked from behind.
"Unsurprisingly, my lord." Deker grunted. "It was as you said. They stood no chance."
"Thousands of years in Hell apparently wasn't enough time to gain street smarts."
"From the looks of it, yeah." Deker growled and throws down his binoculars. "They're a disgrace to the Clipped Wings!"
"Calm yourself, Deker. This is only a slight mishap." his boss said confidently. "It won't happen again."
"Don't tell me we're gonna try to break into Heaven too." Deker groaned. His benefactor chuckled.
"Of course not. Heaven is not the priority anymore. We have much bigger things to prepare for. Let's return home, Deker."
"Of course, Lord Azazel."
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"Nothin' this month, huh?" Angel asked Charlie in the lobby.
"Yeah…" Charlie said. A whole month has passed since Michael's visit and for the first time, Michael had not left a gift for Charlie and Vaggie.
"He's probably being cautious, hon." Vaggie said, placing a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Michael doesn't want to risk having fallen angels after him."
"Yeah. You're right." Charlie agreed. "I don't want him to be targeted by anyone who wants to invade Heaven."
Then, there was knock on the door. Charlie looked at her girlfriend and Angel, both who shrugged. The blonde rises from her seat next to Vaggie on the couch and answers the door.
On the other side is an anthropomorphic dark gray parrot demon dressed like a butler. "Ah, good morning, madame Charlotte!" the parrot bowed, his tone carried a slight English accent.
"Paulie? What are you doing here?" Charlie wondered. Paulie is one of her father's head butlers. Why is he here?
The parrot looked side to side and leans close to the princess. "I have come to bring you a special delivery of sorts." he whispered and hands Charlie a beige envelope with golden embroidery. Charlie saw the name 'Michael' in cursive writing. It's a letter from Michael. "I recommend reading this in a safe room among those you trust of sorts. Well, my work here is done. Cheerio!" Paulie takes flight to return to Lucifer's estate.
Charlie stood there for a moment, glancing down at the envelope before returning into the hotel.
"What is it, Charlie?" Vaggie asked with Angel right beside her.
"I'm not sure, but get Alastor, Husk and Niffty and meet me in the staff room."
After a few minutes, the six arrive in the staff room. "What is the meaning of this meeting, my dear?" Alastor asked.
"It has something to do with this letter from Uncle Michael."
"That's it? I had to make time in a busy schedule just some telegram from up above?" Husk questioned.
"Weren't you halfway through a bottle of bourbon?" Niffty asked.
"What's your point?"
"What ever it may be, let's have a listen!" Alastor said. "Read it, my dear!"
Charlie opens the envelope with care and takes the letter out and starts reading. "Dear Charlie, I'm sorry for not visiting you this month. Due to what transpired, it is paramount that I limit my visits to Hell to a minimal degree for safety reasons. There were so many things I wanted to tell you, but we were unfortunately interrupted. Not to worry though, because I plan to tell you this now. I have spoken to God about your hotel before my visit and He was intrigued!" Charlie flashed a large grin at Vaggie.
"Keep reading!"
Charlie nods. "He seems interested in the hotel and curious about it's potential. Now, keep in mind, He has His fair share doubts, so you still have a lot of work to do, my niece. But, please, do not let this discourage you. Keep up the good work!" A big grin itched on Charlie's face. "I can't believe it…!" She squeals.
Alastor chuckled. "Easy there, sweetheart. Just because the Lord's interested is piqued does not mean that these loathsome sinners are one step closer to redemption."
"Just you wait, Al. It'll happen one day. You'll see!"
"Hey, Char. Looks like there's more." Angel said.
Charlie noticed another piece of paper behind the letter. She moves the letter behind the paper begins to read. "P.S. Don't think I didn't send you anything other than this letter. From now on, I'm going to drop off my gifts at Lucifer's for it to be delivered to your hotel. The presents are in room 714. This time, I have things for your employees and even Alastor and Angel Dust. I hope you enjoy them. Best regards, Michael."
"Oh, my good golly gosh. We have gifts too?" Niffty inquired. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
"Ha-ha-ha! Slow down, darling. They're not going anywhere!" Alastor said, following Niffty out.
Angel couldn't help but snort. "Talk about early Christmas."
The six head to room 714. Charlie unlocks the door and opens it. Inside and on the bed were indeed the gifts sent from Michael. There are six, one for each of them. They go to open the gifts. Charlie's was another doggy woodcarving, this time a Yorkshire terrier and Vaggie's was a CD collection of Latino music. Angel's present is a light pink oversized crochet cardigan and Alastor's was a rare brand of coffee. Niffty was given high-quality cleaning products and Husk had a handmade deck of cards.
"Charlie, I like your uncle. And I don't mean I wanna fuck him." Angel said, checking himself out in the mirror with the cardigan on.
"…Good to know."
"Hey, there's one more!" Niffty pointed out, pointing at a big present on the other side of the bed. She noticed it while using her new duster.
Vaggie pulls it out and sees a tag. "This is for Angel too."
Angel blinks. "Really?"
"Ooooh, I wonder what it is." Niffty said.
Angel opens the box and gasped. "What is it?" Charlie asked.
"New toys…" Angel muttered, his eyes shining with glee.
The others look at each other with raised brows. Even Alastor was perplexed.
"As I am aware of ol' Mickey's generosity, I sincerely hope that it is not—"
"New toys for Fat Nuggets!"
"Oh, thank goodness."
"There's even a new pillow for him. Oh, he is goin' to love this!"
Charlie giggled at the scene. She looks at the letter again with a smile. "Thank you, Uncle Michael." She goes to get the envelope, but as she did, something slipped out. She bends down to pick it up and smiles at what she sees.
It was a photo of Michael, along with some of the other archangels and angels in Heaven. She couldn't help but notice how some of the other angels have the same, or similar, features as Lucifer and Michael. Written below is 'Good luck, Charlie!'
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Lucifer stared at a photo of his brothers, placed in a nice frame. Unlike Charlie's photo, which looked more professional, Lucifer's was more…casual and familial. This was likely taken after the first photo. Lilith comes up behind him and snakes her arms around him. She kisses his cheek and looks at the photo too.
"Have you read the letter?" she asked.
"Ugh, yes I did. It wasn't anything new," Lucifer answered. "Zadkiel is still a pushover and Azrael is as gloomy as ever…"
"Nothing has changed, hm?" Lilith asked softly.
"…I guess."
"Be honest, you miss them," she said. Lucifer scoffs.
"Don't be silly."
"I wonder what they're doing now."
"Probably gallivanting around, inspiriting people and shit like that."
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A horrible fire has engulfed an apartment building somewhere in the human world. Many people scattered around, mostly firefighters doing everything in their power to save as many people as they can. Civilians stayed back, thanks to police officers, as to not get in the way nor be near the burning building. Several firemen have entered the building to find survivors while others are resuscitating those who succumbed to the smoke. Some were successful and some were not…
Astonishingly, a few of the bystanders swore they are seeing white orbs flying around. Unbeknownst to them, those orbs of light were angels. Angels of Heaven sent down to help in every way they can, from enlightening people by granting a surge of courage to be an unseen source of comfort for the mourning. Even Azrael was there, dressed in his dark robes, easing the deceased as well as returning some souls to their bodies, as it was not their time yet. Some Hellborn demons snuck into the living world to steal souls, but the warrior angels were able to intervene and sent them back to Hell.
At the end of the day, the firefighters were able to extinguish the flames. A lot of things were lost in the fire, but most people didn't care. All they cared for was the loved ones who were either safe or gone. As did the angels. They were proud of their work in assisting one of their God's greatest creations. Beings capable of intense emotions and complexity.
Humanity.
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Michael readjusted the small portrait after giving it a good cleaning. He smiles at the picture of his dear brother, sister-in-law, and niece.
"I'm happy to see that your brother is doing well," a man said. The male is fair-skinned with medium-length brown hair and a thin beard and moustache surrounding a tender smile. He wears light-colored, loose-fitting clothing and gladiator sandals.
"Lord Christ," Michael identified. "How was the evening service?"
"It went accordingly," Jesus said. "The children were a delight. I'm happy that they will soon return to life once they are ready." Michael was able to notice the sadness in the preacher's tone.
"It's a wonder you were never a father," Michael said.
Jesus gave a mirthful chuckle. "I guess you could say I was married to the job and to my devotion to God. Speaking of fatherhood, have you ever found a special someone?"
"I'm afraid not. Like you, I'm too preoccupied with my work. Besides…" Michael looks at the portrait fondly. "What I currently have is enough."
Sorry for the long wait. I've been in a very (very) dark place on and off lately. This whole debacle of a pandemic was successful to send me into a deep depression. Ironic considering it happened not long after I finished 'A Bloody Retribution' where I said I have no idea what it's like to have a panic attack or depression. Well, congratulations me, it happened! –.—
It was very scary where my mind went to and I don't want to back to it again! I've hardly been on my computer because of it. Thankfully, I have a family that supports me, and I regained my faith and trust in God (not to sound too pious or anything; it really did help). To anyone out there who suffers from depression, don't keep it in! Let others help you! It will be hard, but it will be worth it! I'm more or less still recovering, but I'm much better than before!
Thank ya'll for reading this! I'll be taking my time with Kismet and a new series I'm writing!
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