I don't know what to do. I am always the one breaking up with the other person, I didn't realize how messy things got on the other side. I switch back into my black and dark blue suit and pick up the silver sheet, studying it.
"Azazel I'm so confused," she says into the clouds, "how are we going to help the angels, and the humans, and-," she keeps breaking off mid-sentence in sobs, it's really annoying. Yet, I don't feel annoyed, as if my heart goes out to her.
"You were too good for God, Meta," I reach out and awkwardly rub her back, "we will figure everything out."
'Hell if I know, what to do in these situations. She just keeps crying!' I kneel down in front of her.
"We will find another way to save the angels," I awkwardly wrap my arms around her, and she starts sobbing into my shirt.
'I just had this suit dry-cleaned,' I groan mentally.
"Azazel I feel so empty," she begins to calm down, "I don't understand, who will I admire now?"
"There are plenty of people you can admire," I say to her as I pat her head.
"Like you? Can I admire you Azazel?" she pushes away slightly and looks up at me.
My heart skips a lot of beats, I'm pretty sure I legally died for a minute. Oh my, Lucifer! Why is she so freaking adorable? I smile and stand up, mentally composing myself.
"Sure Princess," I say as I reach down and help her up, "now let's straighten that halo and find a way to help our siblings."
"Did you just say our siblings?" Meta smiles wiping her tears.
"I did not! I would never want to be one of you again," I say defensively, "You are all insufferable!"
I storm off and I think I hear Meta laughing behind me.
***
We both make our way off the throne. By that, I mean Meta pushed me off the edge and laughed as I fell into the clouds at the bottom. The thud my body made sounded like a sack of potatoes hitting the clouds.
She lands gracefully by my head laughing at me. I glare up at her unmoving. I lay in the clouds as the cloudfluff settles over me. Only once Meta's laugh subsides to giggles do I begin to talk. I don't want her to stop laughing. Her voice is a melody sweeter than the screams of the damned.
"The angels are in a state of major heartbreak." I say, rising reluctantly, "Now when most people are heartbroken they just eat massive amounts of ice cream and mac n' cheese until they snap out of it," I state.
"The angels have all this love and adoration, but they don't know what to do with it," Meta explains, "it leaves them sad and feeling unwanted."
"So what you're saying Meta," I pause getting my thoughts in order, "is that we need to find someone or something else for the angels to love and adore."
"Yes! Exactly!" she jumps up, "I mean I'm still coherent because I have learned how to direct my feelings toward myself and you!"
'WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION?!' I scream internally. I take a deep breath and think. 'Okay, Azazel, remember, she is as innocent as a child.'
"Azazel are you all right?" I open my eyes and she is floating right in front of my face.
I jump back, "Yeah, I was just thinking, and I have an idea," I pause, "this is going to sound crazy, what if we tried waking them up by showing them there is more to life than adoring god?"
"We can't do that with every angel, it would take centuries," Meta looks over at another angel who seems to be withering away, literally, his wings are slowly turning into dust, "we would never make it to every angel in time."
"Then we call for backup," I smirk.