Dominion Scraps

       *** "Alex, it’s very important!" Archangel Michael shook the Chosen one, piercing his soul with those slanting eyes of his. "We need to know the name of a prophet. Look at your tattoos, what do they tell you?" V2 soldier Alex Lannon took the order seriously and furrowed his brow. He was better at wielding a knife and assault rifle than letters, especially non-human letters. But the shiny hero of his childhood was asking him... "M-a… uh, ki-a… Ma-la-chi… What sort of Mormon name is it?" "Malachias!" Michael shouted. "Nine letters? Fits fourteen across," a female voice replied from the adjoining room, together with a rustle of thin paper. "Now ten down, a city destroyed by angels in Biblical times, eight letters, the third one is M. I don’t remember it, you boys had fun over there without me." "Thanks for a tip, Dad!" Michael smiled at the ceiling. *** "Michael, I have a personal question for you," Senator Whele snickered as he pulled Michael aside from other Senators in a session break. "Becca Thorn, five or seven more young, beautiful women. Each and every evening. Won’t you turn into a Christmas cookie from so many sweets? I do not judge you, it is a sincere, honest interest." "First Epistle of John, Chapter four verse eight," the archangel replied in all earnesty, "God is love, and I miss my dad very much." *** "Daddy, why is it written here, She had an angel’s face, and all my classmates dreamed of dating her." Little Claire looked up from her book and asked General Riesen. "Angels are ugly, I’ve seen them in the news and history textbooks!" The General shifted his eyes uncomfortably. "Well… It’s an old book, it was written before the End of the World. People hadn’t met real angels before and could have mistaken archangels for them. Speaking of ends," he added in haste, "it’s past nine p.m., you should go to bed. Sleep tight, my princess. And I still have some business to do." And he went to a secret tunnel to date a Possessed angel. *** "He loves me; he loves me not." Senator Becca Thorn was making a divination. Pluck. Pluck. "Loves a bit." Pluck. "Loves a lot." Pluck. "Loves me back..." "Snaps your neck!" a higher angel called Louis suggested through teeth. He still had one-and-a half wings worth of feathers. And he guessed right—that bastard fowl! *** "I’m not an Archangel, I’m an idiot," Lucifer thought quietly, not to be overheard by his adepts. "I should have waited till Dad took vacation, and then I could have a party with blackjack and hookers. But I got a move on too early, and now I’m cosplaying Snow White here while my brothers have fun and thrash the tailless monkeys with impunity." *** "His plan is perfection, but they will pervert it," Archangel Gabriel said.* "So, I'll bring you pain, I'll bring you horror, so that you may rise above it," Archangel Gabriel said.** "Talking monkeys," Archangel Gabriel said.*** Oh jeez, Michael thought, skimming through a staple of scripts, I should’ve given him my flaming sword for a while back in Heaven, while we were young. He’d play to his heart’s content and get over his obsession with violence. And now it’s always him who’s spanking humans, and he’s just a messenger while I’m the chief commander of the hosts of angels. * Dominion 2014-2015       ** Constantine 2005       *** Prophecy 1995