'I can't believe I actually got him to agree! I didn't think he would but, here we are walking across heaven.' It is fascinating though, every step he takes the cloudfluff burns beneath his feet; as if a human were setting moss on fire.
Ever since god left the cloudfluff seemed a lot grayer and less fluffy. As if it were sad. When I step normally it would bounce back and you wouldn't see any footprints, not even the bulkiest angels could leave a footprint.
I look back and see both my own and Azazel's footprints.
"Why did you decide to fall Azazel?" I ask looking up at him.
Our eyes meet and he shrugs, "Because falling is easier than standing,"
"That's not an answer!" I exclaim and pinch his arm.
He laughs softly and bats my hand away.
"All right, why didn't you fall?" he smirks and cocks an eyebrow at me.
"I love heaven and god, I could not bear to leave," I look down at my feet and kick up the cloudfluff, "without god I would feel lost and broken."
I look at all the angels around me curled up and crying, covered in a blanket of cloudfluff. Yet, I am not as broken as them. What if I did fall?
"You see Princess, in Hell, I make love. I give my love to lots of different people so that when they leave I don't feel broken." Azazel smirks and winks.
'Why is he winking? Is he trying to secretly tell me something?'
I don't understand why though, "How does one make love?" I ask, genuinely curious.
Just as I finish asking the question Azazel starts to laugh nervously.
"Well... ah... you see..." he stutters, and then mutters, "I forgot how innocent angels are," and begins rubbing at his forehead in distress.
I try to ask him an easier question, "Could I make love for you?"
He turns bright red and exclaims, "Nope! Not having this talk, that is not happening."
"Azazel I don't-" he cuts me off by holding up a finger, "And you won't."
We keep walking in silence. I keep thinking about our discussion, I want to know more. I want to understand. I have heard about emotion like this, an emotion that would have you banished. 'What was it? Confidence? No. Kindness? No, we are supposed to feel that.'
"Curiosity!" I exclaim.
Azazel looks over at me in confusion for a moment. He laughs in realization and shakes his head.
"Angels aren't supposed to be curious," he stops and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him, "Meta, are you defying god?"
It's my turn to be at a loss for words, "It's your fault! Your talk about love made me curious," I stare into his yellow cat-like eyes, "you defied them first Azazel."
He laughs and drops my chin, "Fair point, I did," he keeps walking on. I can't bring myself to move. My skin tingles where Azazel's fingers made contact. Why?
I clutch my chest, my heart did a thing. I never noticed how soft and shiny Azazel's hair was, or how confident he was when he walked. 'Shake it off, Meta! You have a realm full of angels with major daddy (or mommy) issues, and a God who tends to just up and leave whenever they want.' I take a deep breath to focus on myself. Closing my eyes to focus on the task at hand.
"Hey, Princess! You're falling behind!" Azazel yells over his shoulder.
"Azazel please tell me how to create love!" I yell as I run to catch up with him.
"I already said no!" he answers and continues walking,
I run up beside him and cross my arms. We banter back and forth until he suddenly stops talking, I look up from the ground to his face. I follow his gaze to a massive silver and gold throne made of the fluffiest cloudfluff I had ever seen. There were no words to describe the beauty before me, this was it, The Throne of God.