Re: Down: Lucifer / Misha
Misha, he was real fond of sweets. He also got his mochas with extra chocolate, and he preferred his cocoa with extra marshmallows, but he couldn't remember anyone ever giving him the latter. His childhood hadn't include many nice things, and the only real kindness he could recall was from his foster grandmomma next door, and she hadn't gone so far as making things right for him. His momma, she'd only ever talked 'bout his daddy and her loving for him, but she hadn't been real mentally present most days, and the time Misha recalled her as most living was when she was hanging from that bedsheet in her room. Point being, he was surprised to have the cocoa handed to him, but he took it with two hands and an expression on his face that was real grateful. He didn't tear up, but it was a near thing, and could be it made it real clear just how much he'd missed out on.
He sipped slow, and he listened.
"But when I do things, I get it wrong a whole lot. Then it's on my shoulders, all the bad things coming from it. And it ain't the first time none," he admitted, stopping after to take another sip. The mug was warm in his hands, and for some reason that warmth felt real soothing. "They don't say it's an innocent, not the malakim. They all knew it was an angel's baby, though no one knew who, and I don't reckon anyone thought it was me. I reckon the Bible might think some innocent virgin, but then other books will say something else, and the Torah will say something else, and the Quran will say another thing. Point is, they all agree your child is the antithesis of God's, and they all got that in common," he said 'tween sips. "Heaven reckoned if they got me on their side, if they made me theirs, they could control things." Heaven, it always wanted to control things. "So they said things that weren't true some, and I believed them then, but now I know better. I do got freedom, though they tried to convince me I didn't. Do you got freedom?" he asked. "I knew a whole long time ago that Heaven could be worse than Hell, and that angels could be nasty as demons, and demons could be nice as angels. Each side reckons they're the right one, but there ain't nothing so cut and dry, not that I seen."