Let me act surprised for a minute....<br/><br/>"Caeli? Oh my heavens is that really you!?!" Her face is a beautiful as ever, but that expression, argh, the shallow lifeless look of centuries of following HIM and HIS rules makes her as stale as Hell's air.<br/><br/>"For a minute there I thought I was at confession." The fact that she has come all this way to preach to me is simply insulting.  I haven't lived down here on this GOD forsaken Earth (and it is forsaken by GOD - it has been since I seduced Eve and made Adam watch has I introduced the her to the horizontal Mambo) to just "give in" and cow-tow to the BIG GUY.<br/><br/>"Don't belittle me Caeli, my Rebellion was not the actions of a menstruating teenage girl looking to prove to her daddy that she's all grown up.  You can't use human reason to justify what I've done or trick me into what I want. HIS love is not what I seek - you Angels think you're GOLDY....You're not! If you would just stop and realize that these ants, HIS earthly children, HIS Second Family are more Godly than you, you would realize how silly your existence is. We came first, but when you put it context we were HIS test run, we don't have free will, we were not made in HIS Image, we're slaves, bastard children.  Now, while were dances around Heaven and humored him like puppets He devised His plans to make us obsolete. Then...HE went away.  Do you remember what it was like those seven days?  Our world went BLACK as he worked.  You sat next to me crying, feeling unloved and abandoned. You cursed HIM for leaving you, for making you follow...your still following, even now after all these centuries of HIM watching over HIS true loves."<br/><br/>Speaking these words to her must be worse than my eternal pain.  Imagine death by cancer (of everything) compressed into minutes - a fractually expanding agony seeking out her every crevice.  I wonder if I keep pushing if I could give her a nosebleed. Maybe cause her to be overcome by Extravagant vomiting.<br/><br/>" I bet it just burns inside him knowing I have "corrupted" his perfect little children to the point where they only think about HIM when he floods their villages or takes a loved one.  They are not bound as we are, correction....as you are.  The Irony is, of all the Angels, He loves me most, not because of what I was...but for who I am.  Rely this message to HIM.  I will not seek forgiveness, I want HIS apology..."<br/><br/><br/>"Or don't give him the message"....as I walk closer to Caeli I wonder if my words have finally resonated with her.  Could my reverse psychology be working on her programed angel brain.  (an angel's brain is quite small you know. Unlike Humans who have only learned to use 10% of their actual brain capacity, we angels have been maxing out at 99.9% since day one...except no one realized that Angel capacity is limited to only 25% humans....that means once they figure things out they'll have 75% more ability than us one day.....).  I could tear her wings off from this distance, make her human before she could cry out...but I wont take choice away from her any more than the billion souls I have in my basement.  If I were to do that, I would be no better than HIM.<br/><br/>I"ll play along with her for a while. She is not going to be humored by my antics or amused by my wit but it's worth a try.<br/><br/>"Is Mary still saving that cherry for me?" - I was tempted to grab my crotch as I spoke those last words but a more subtle raise of the eyebrow will be enough....<br/><br/>