Thoughts from Heaven

Balthazar was in a bad mood. Storming around Heaven, he grumbled under his breath.

"Blasted father making so goddamn many dicks. Fucking archangels and their fucking plans. There is no way I am standing for a goddamn apocalypse." He plonked himself down in the calming heaven of John Peterson who lived eternally in a warm summer's day after dying of a heart attack at the age of 91. Balthazar's favourite heaven. He sits there for a long while, quietly thinking. Fiddling with his angel blade, he murmured under his breath.

"Who does Raphael think he is? Starting a goddamn apocalypse. There's no need. Just leave the blazed world alone; it never did anything to you." There was a flutter of wings and Balthazar turned to see Anna land beside him.

"What troubles you, brother?"

"Raphael. There is no need for this destructive apocalypse." Anna sighed.

"Balthazar, I know you mean well, but-"

"What happened to you?" he interrupted, looking the female angel in the eye. "Where did it all go wrong?" Her gaze turned frosty.

"I was reminded of our purpose. Now, brother, I have some duties to attend to. Goodbye." And with that, Anna left, leaving Balthazar to his thoughts.

The young angel stayed in heaven for many days, talking to angel after angel about their opinion. Zachariah wanted an apocalypse to halve the human filth. Hester thought that the apocalypse was the only way to defeat Lucifer. Samandriel disagreed; he believed Lucifer could be killed from a blow of an archangel's sword. Zerachiel wanted no part in it; he hated seeing his brothers fight. Eventually, after thinking for a long time and talking to his brothers and sisters, Balthazar decided that he knew one thing for certain. His father, whom all angels looked up to and admired, no longer cared for any of his creations. And that broke his heart