— ¿Queréis un pequeño detalle curioso sobre la Creación? Durante el proceso de experimentación la "procreación" iba a ser por bi-partición.
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— Dad gracias a los Arcángeles que sugirieron un cambio al método.~
He's found sitting on his throne next to an awkward-ish assembled plastic table, it looks like the Almighty barely had any time to prepare.
— Oh, Abel! Thou art quite...early, quite a difference from thine father. Anyhow, come hither, this is but a rutinary check on thee.~
+ parents so they insist into procreating without protection, My Child. It is sad to witness parents that don't love their offspring or children left by their parents because they were unwanted.
— The powers of "special" creation are reserved to some alone...besides, we were experimenting along the way and it was all symbolic.
Wiggles his head, keeping the smile.
— I am not saying that this souls shouldn't have offspring, but to be considerated and ready to be +
Hold the pearly gates, Almighty.
Wasn't it you who told us to 'be fruitful and multiply'?
But if you insist on the whole 'protection' thing, we can go around ripping ribs from men... That 𝘪𝘴 how we create life without pregnancy, correct?
+ Purgatory.
The eyes looked upon the neither angel or demon; The Father was here, ring as dramatic and theatrical as ever.
— Hello there, My Child. Apologies for appearing with such short notice...or lack thereof, but I wanted to see thee.~
The letter is open, and thus a piece of papyrus is unfold upon him but, rather than words, this one seems some kind of gate to other place, like a bottomless pit of golden hue, cosmic dust and matter.
And lo and behold, because of such strange papyrus a figure came from it, +
He hesitated a moment longer, not out of fear but curiosity.
The Almighty never really sent for him unless it was to bring a means to an end, though knowing just how long it'd been since Az had been able to feed, he doubted this was that.
Sighing, he rose, taking the letter.
+ one that Az would recognise by now.
Four eyes, a tall top hat, the symbol of the All-Seeing Eyes and the Cross...and a smile from ear to ear.
The Almighty appeared before him, covered in stardust, matter and light, which gave some brightness to the bleak greys of +
— Thy child is brave, My Son, although she wasn't alone in this plan of hers, she has surround herself of good souls.
He tilts His head, pondering.
— Well, I haven't had any Lamb since The Christ sacrificed himself on the Cross, art thou inviting me for some lunch? How odd.~
@falling__Star_C — Thou may move with care, My Child, this last "Might of Lilith" fiasco was a closed one...I am glad I wasn't needed at the end of all of it.
He grimaced for a second, remembering such event that took place barley a few months ago.
— Me? Oh, no...I am the one who gives, child.~
The All-Seeing Eye looks back at Az, as if it has life by itself, although knowing the Almighty it was just one of His theatrical tricks, which He loved doing.
The letter keeps floating, slowly and steady approaching the monochromatic being, as if awaiting to be open.
Wincing against the flash of color in his monochrome world, Az brought one of his hands to shield the ray.
Mortis squeaked in protest before flying away to recover from such an interruption.
Looking at the letter, his frown deepened; he knew that sigil all too well.
@falling__Star_C — Since when doth thou care that much of what the other Sins do, My Child? Have thou started to take thine duty more seriously now?
He smirks, resting both arms on His lap.
— Sometimes, Saint Valentine himself does all the job in this marked day, but anything goes as for gifts.
@falling__Star_C — Nay, this is but something that I'll need to handle with the other angels, another Board Meeting with a tight schedule, a typical day in heaven.~
He wiggles His hand, not minding his apology.
— Thus has been forgotten, thou don't have need to seek forgiveness, My Child.~
#.Bixbix: El miedo mira debajo de la cama al dormir por si está Niffty nv.
Pero lo dicho, aquí a su servicio, apenas aparezco pero cuando lo hago las pequeñas interacciones me hacen el día.~
# 𝖟𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖆: es que honestamente y siendo humilde pero basándome en el canon, Niffty asusta al miedo AJAJS
Pero sí, Dios le cae genuinamente bien. Lo ve sabio.