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"Ripple"

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God and Devil are BFF (best friends forever)

It was a meeting that usually took place every week. With their hectic schedules, they hardly have time anymore to have luxury meetings like this. But this particular meeting will have to take place today... and for all Sundays of every week.

This particular meeting is taking place in France. Paris to be exact. God sighed. He should have expected this already since it was Devil who made the arrangements. They usually send their personal messengers, his own Michael, and Devil's Samael to meet up first so that the place could be arranged. But with the World's chaos becoming more and more out of hand, he and his angels have been really busy lately.

God was wearing a knitted blue navy wool sweater and light gray slacks. He was early, as usual. He looked around and saw that the Maitre d’ of the Plaza Athenee restaurant was eyeing him suspiciously. God looked down at his clothes and figured that he did not exactly fit in the luxurious and elegant atmosphere of the restaurant.

God clamped down on his frustration. Why did Devil have to pick this place of all places? Why not just the cozy Starbucks branch over at Huntington Beach, California? That place was a lot more suitable to long talks such as what they are going to have in a few minutes.

“You like anything from the menu, sir?”

It was the Maitre D’. He was still looking at him like he was some scum that had no right to be in this high class place. God knew how classy this place was, it just did not occur to him that what he would be wearing would be scrutinized too much by this particular person who was talking to him right now.

God was very much tempted to read what the elderly man was thinking. But he had vowed long ago not to use such advantage especially when he is using his mortal form.

“Coffee, please. Lot’s of cream, if you don’t mind.”

The Maitre D’ nodded and withdrew. Just then, God felt the air warm up. It was Devil. God knows that Devil still have around a thousand miles to travel before the entity would reach him, but he could already feel his presence.

Devil, I don’t have time for any delays. Let’s get this done and over with.

It was a mental message that God sent. The wind outside the restaurant suddenly became a little bit sharp that it surprised an elderly woman walking outside. She was wearing a long loose skirt and she had to literally sit to avoid her ass being exposed. At the same instant, Devil made his appearance and was sitting in front of God.

Devil scanned the area briefly and then faced God and gave him an angelic smile, “Nice place, yes?” Devil was wearing a dark suit with a black silk satin undershirt. He looked dashing.

God nodded his agreement.

“You could have chosen a less extravagant place, though.”

“Ach! This is the only time we get to relax from our duties. We have to make the most out of it!”

God shook his head and smiled. And with his smile, the sun glowed brighter and a slight calming breeze drifted inside the majestic room. People around their table suddenly felt…blessed.

Devil chuckled and said, “Why don’t I have that effect in people?”

God leaned back to his chair and raised a brow. “Don’t complain Devil. Besides, I only think it’s fair…since you were the one who got the eye for fashion.”

“Ahhh, yes. Vanity is of course one of my sins.” Devil eyed God’s oh so casual attire. “Really, God, you have to get a better taste for clothes. I know that you are humble and all. But you are in your mortal form. I believe your army of angels will not think less of you if you dress a little more… err… classy.”

“It’s a habit.”

Devil rolled his eyes heavenwards and sighed, “Right, a habit that you passed on to your only son. I mean, what were you thinking? A stable for a birthplace?”

God considered this for a moment... then smiled again. “It served its purpose. It reminds humanity of humility.”

Devil brushed an imaginary speck of dust on his immaculate suit. “Ah yes. You’ve got a point there.” Devil motioned for a waiter to take their order. “You must try their crème soup here, old friend. It tastes heavenly.”

As the day progressed, they talked about a lot of things. The most pressing matter was mankind’s insatiable lust for power and control. God worried about the fact that man seems to be more and more inclined to submit to the influences of Devil’s seven deadly sins. Devil could see the worry in his friend’s eyes.

“We could put a stop to this, you know. With a flick of your finger, everything can be made alright,” Devil said after gulping down a glass of the finest wine that the restaurant had to offer. The Maitre D’s eyes nearly popped out when they asked for it most expensive wine to be prepared. Unlike God, Devil does not refrain from using his abilities on mortals and thus, he was able to hear what the glorified waiter was thinking.

Why the arrogant fools! I just hope they can bloody afford everything that they are getting!

Devil was very much tempted to unleash Lust onto the man so that he’ll have an uncomfortable erection every time he bloody sees a woman. Serves him right for being such a pompous ass.

“Devil, no…”

Devil closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Dark clouds suddenly formed in the horizon. Well, God did tell him to be mortal in his mortal form. No powers. No mind reading. No stunts. Sometimes, he could just be a bit hard headed.

And in this particular moment, it was one of those rare times that he regrets agreeing to God’s plan. Devil’s thoughts drifted to where the agreement started.

He and God are entities that are as old as time. One cannot exist without the other. They are as different as day and night. Without light, there could never be darkness. Without darkness, there could never be light. They both have their own worlds, heaven and hell, separate, divided but still together. Both worlds composed of followers of their own creation. God’s angels and his demons.

One day, God created Earth. In it, God planted life that later gave birth to all other creatures. Devil had helped every now and then. Giving comments like to ensure balance, predators should be coexisting with the prey.

As time passed, God was suddenly inspired to allow the birth of mankind, a specie that would have high intelligence and that would be gifted with free will. Devil was uneasy at first, confused with God’s plan.

“Why would you want them to choose sides? Just create your disciples and I’ll create mine.”

God shook his head then and said, “ If we do that then we’ll just be creating another Heaven and Hell. Earth will be a place where we will not impose what we want, we’ll be allowing them to choose between light and dark based on the options that we’d be giving them.”

Devil snorted but saw the logic. By giving humankind free will, God created creatures that would have freedom to be what they want.

“I cannot intervene. I have given them the gift of free will. They have control over the path that would take. We will only be giving them the different paths, but it would be up to them what to follow,” God answered in a brooding voice. He was clearly bothered by the fact that although he was mankind’s creator, more and more of them tend to be swayed easily by Devil’s minions: Lust, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, Envy and Pride.

God’s answer brought Devil’s mind back to the present. Devil contemplated on what was said, then shrugged. He scooped a spoonful of the delicious peach sorbet and smiled with delight. “Well, it is your bloody plan. I am but an accommodating accomplice.”

POST SCRIPT: To those who might think that my version of God and Devil's relation is blasphemous... well, that's just too bad. Just deal with it... it might be the truth.

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Me mum saw me hunkering in front of the computer, typing me thoughts. She glimpsed a few of the words that I've typed a few minutes earlier...

I had the crappiest day a while ago. It was another day in of slavery....

"You're generation is hopeless. You spend all day pouring your thoughts in your blogs rather than talk it out with real people."

I glanced at Mum. I sighed and deleted the first few words. Oh well... I'll try again next time. I better go and smooth out me mother's feathers. I think she feels a little left out lately.

Be postin' later on....