What am I thankul for ( Read more... )

Angels, even fallen angels, even the Devil himself (especially the Devil himself), are prone to bouts of melancholy. The variety of which would have any mortal reaching for the nearest handy razor or gun. It's all levels, you see. Humans live on a scale so small (and you know you do, you can feel your insignificance best in the small hours of the ( Read more... )

( In the beginning... )

You humans. You're so entertaining. Even moreso than cable television. Honestly I'm not sure what I would've done with my time if I didn't have you all to play with ( Read more... )

Ah. Earth. There's nothing quite like the mortal world. The stench of humans and the overhead smog of sin and debauchery. It's my kind of place. In fact, it is my place. And, after a short absence, I'm back ( Read more... )

Sometimes I despair that even my demons are as useless as the angels and humans I put up with. And then an enterprising demon like Thammuz attempts to usurp me, take my rule in Hell. He challenged me, claiming to be stronger than I ( Read more... )

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Metatron learning how to drive...that was hilarious. Honestly. I was laughing so hard there were tears rolling down some of my followers' faces. Human children can drive cars and one of the oldest beings in existence practically had a panic attack behind the wheel. Perhaps my dear Pierce should've checked the brakes just once more ( Read more... )

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Lucifer recieves an interesting package.