บท 4: BLOOD BLADE
"Cover up the seal using the last spell. This time, he shouldn't be able to touch it no matter what." He commanded as he watched the angels working on the seal as if their life depended on it.
"The screen is very thin, we are unable to find a start." The oldest angel spoke as he was carefully examining the fading silver screen.
"I don't need any excuses. It is my son's wedding and everything should go perfectly."
"My Lord, the Prince is very brave and his powers have increased over time. We need to think on a higher scale to close this rather than the normal methods. If his intention is to show up on the wedding day, he will do it one way or the other."
The oldest Angel, named Jacques spoke as he looked back at the man who was watching them from a little afar. God knew what the man meant and as a reply he kept on his smug face and smiled through his glistening eyes. Jacques maybe the oldest Angel who has a lot of experience in these activities and he is the chief spokesperson in the council. But recently, God started observing the hidden intentions in the man which made him keep a close eye on him.
"Your name is Jacques for a reason." He huffed before walking closer to inspect the screen himself.
"I am not trying to cause a trouble." His voice dropped a beat at the sudden reaction which caused God to leave a small pat on the other's tensed shoulder.
"Move aside. This is something that I should do."
The other angels and workers moved aside dropping the weapons and stopping the magical fumes to let the man do his work. God closed his eyes and kept his hand gently on the screen as a faint white light started surrounding him, slowly engulfing him. The foam started circling around very swiftly and in few seconds, everything was covered behind the mist. The sky roared again and a bold lightening hit the surface of heaven once again.
"I know you are here." God spoke in his fatherly voice feeling the faint presence approaching him.
"Still good at smelling the wrong from a mile?" A very intimidating voice boomed in the atmosphere which could hypnotize anyone.
"I need you to behave and calm down your ass for once. You can't always provoke us with your immaturity."
The other person who was walking towards the God just scoffed, while unbuttoning his vest and throwing it back elegantly, his hands quickly finding its way to the pants pocket. He was pretty tall with proper body proportions, of course he is the creation of the Almighty and his charm was beyond the words. He wore a very rich leather shoes and his perfectly tailored suit stood out even in the mist. He had a comparatively darker shade of hair this time rather than the vibrant shades, he used to keep.
"Finally, after almost a century of unknown life, my father decided to check on me." His long tongue drew lines from one end of his lips to the other repeatedly.
It could be a habit that he developed but mainly it is because of the nervousness that he feels around his father. He indeed is his father but from the time he could remember, it was a master slave contract. His father used to order and he used to obey it like a slave or else the punishment was extreme. He was afraid of him that he obeyed his father, whatever the task was given to him. One day, things went out of hands as his father was not considering his opinion and from then, he was protesting.
"I hope you are not here to test my patience, Lucy. I left behind a lot of work to deal with your childish ass so better ask me what you need." He sounded very annoyed at the boy who was just pacing in front of him, totally victorious.
"What do you think? I did all this for your little attention?" He paused for a while and continued.
"That stage is long gone Father." giving more stress on the word, father.
"Spill your thing and leave."
"Some one is in a hurry to prepare the stage for his son's wedding. You are not inviting your younger son to the ceremony? At least let me know who my sister in law would be."
God held his fists together controlling his anger to not throw a fist on his son who was acting bratty by literally messing up the entire world. The boy, who now looks like the most desirable man just kept his cool expression. He knew there is nothing his father can do to him now as he had already been banished. He rules the world even though his father is in charge formally. He took a stick of smoke from the pocket and lighted it, slowly keeping it between his juicy lips.
"Lucy, I have to go so better get back to where you belong and stop this mess."
"Where I belong?" He let out a small puff of smoke while looking over his father, towards the gate of heaven.
"That is not there. Go back to hell and play with the sinned souls that I provide you. They are the ones who deserve your ruthless punishment."
"Then you belong in hell, father. You are the one who deserves it the most." His eyes darkened at his own words.
"How dare you?" One slap and it was too quick for anyone to see.
The next instant, his hands came out of the pocket and a small blade along with it. He brought it up to his father's eye level and his right hand came up right next to it and one cut. The thick red blood which oozed out of his right palm, fell on his father's feet and he gasped. The prince had a smirk plastered on his heavenly face as he moved closer to his father.
"The game is starting now. I will be back to where I belong." He whispered low before vanishing into the thin air and everything went back to normal.
Heaven looked as beautiful as before and the seal was perfectly closed which was a huge relief. He was just messing around but the blood and the warning seemed pretty serious and God knew to what extend his son can go with his words.
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