The Almighty (shhhhh) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-21 00:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | god, heather mason |
Who: God and Heather
What: God is musing over Christmas and wondering if plagues were the right choice
When: Saturday
Where: Some non-specific LA street
status/rating: incomplete/PG-13
It was almost Christmas. Her creations were generally thrilled at this fact, and She was too… sometimes. Mortal females had their monthlies. She had a month. Well, to be honest, She had two months. But unlike Easter, Christmas didn't move around. Her mood swings in December were a sure fire thing. Always had been. She sighed as She walked down the street amongst Her creations. None would know that the eight year old walking with them who appeared so deep in thought was actually fretting over Her son. She certainly didn't appear old enough to have one. She didn't even have a bra, wasn't that what She'd told Heather the other day?
But despite Her appearance, She thought of him.
"Not playing your usual three hour session today, Hannah?"
"My heart's not in it, Mr. Johnson," She said, shaking Her head. She sighed and raised a handful of arcade tickets to the older man. "Here you go. You can give them to another kid who wants them. I don't think I'm going to win a bear today."
She left for the bus stop after that, dragging Her usual boogie board behind Her and looking for more sullen than She normally did. She boarded the bus in silence, failing to joke and grin at the bus driver as She usually did, and when She got off at Her usual bus stop and started walking Her usual path mysterious fifties and hundreds did not find their ways into the red pots of Salvation Army Santas as they always did. Frogs hopped along the streets, though if anyone happened to be looking too carefully they'd notice the way they parted for Her path. Even the frogs were failing to amuse Her.
"Overreaction?" She muttered to Herself, kicking a frog to the side with Her flip flop. "No. Infallible, remember?"
But what if… was Her anger at Castiel only made greater because of the season?
"Merry Christmas!" one of the santas shouted out to a passerby. She had to bite down on Her lip to keep Herself from yelling back something very impolite. It wasn't like Her, not at all. At least not for the other ten months out of the year.
Her son had been born during the month. His birth reminded Her of his death, a painful death She had allowed to happen, and She still felt Herself slip into this funk.. The sort of funk only a good smiting would cure, but that wasn't fair. Not to Her creations who She loved so. She loved them more than any, as Her mouthier angels were so fond of pointing out (oh yes, She had heard that rant. Nearly sent Uriel to destroy an entire city for it), and this was cruel. Wasn't it?
Her tiny features turned into a frown. "But Castiel turned his back on me. And that demon compared me to Lilith. Whore." She ignored the shocked looks from a group of tourists walking by.
Very briefly, She wondered if perhaps She needed to leave this place for the holidays. Rarely did She miss a Christmas with Her son and when She did it was only for matters of the utmost importance. Like this one. This city was a mess. Vampires, demons, witches... all mingling with Her creations.
And Her angels.
She thought of them almost as children and perhaps this was why Castiel's betrayal cut Her like it did. Mary Magdalene could likely tell anyone who asked how bad of an unofficial mother-in-law She was. And think, Mary had only been a whore, not a demon. She'd not warranted Egyptian style plagues. But the situation with Ruby and Castiel was too similar for Her liking. Castiel had fallen and as a mortal he could die. Likely the whore would get him killed eventually. Protecting Her from Uriel or something just as silly. Fallen or not, She couldn't tolerate one of Her own dying.
Propping up Her board on a garbage can, She sat down on a street bench and propped up Her head with Her hands, chin cupped in Her hands. Her legs didn't reach the ground and they swung back and forth above the pavement.
She couldn't believe the demon had had the audacity to compare Her to Lilith. Of all the things… She was the Almighty! Lilith was a demon from the very deepest of the Pit. They were not the same. Lilith used her tactics to cause havoc… to manipulate. All She wanted was Her angel back, and out of the hands of that demon. She refused to allow another of Her children to die. She didn't know when it would happen (there were far too many threads and far too many scenarios for Her to discern that now), but as a mortal, it was assured that it would happen.
Had this happened during the summer months, or perhaps even the fall, it was likely She wouldn't have reacted with frogs. A bit of thunder, some lightening, or maybe a cyclone would have done it. One simple act to show Her anger, not days upon days of plague. But it was December and as happy as She had been at the birth of Her son, She was reminded of his death. It put Her in a mood and She was the Almighty; Her reactions were bound to be different than normal people.
What Castiel had done was wrong. That was clear to Her. But She was also a jealous and worried mother (in-law) who simply wanted Her children back. And She would have them back, come hell or high water.
The high water would come first.