fausts_dream

I did walk over to the mini bar. Fascinating the kind of prices mortal men will pay for convenience. Of course, the irony of me mocking someone else's willingness to pay a steep price for something isn't lost on me. Our good Senator is talking and walking good naturedly, he has already overcome his fear and is trying to get to his security man's sidearm under the guise of checking on his health. Brave kid, I reward his effort by only raising the temperature of the metal a few hundred degrees and, after he cries out, levitating it into my own hand.

"It would never work; a gun can be an instrument of will, a decisive one even. But there is no will behind a fired bullet. You would do better throwing something at me or using a bow and arrow. I know a guy who felled a giant with a slingshot. Of course, the problem there is you are just a would-be king and Goliath of Gath wasn't really up to full-fledged demon standards."

He was really something, now he had taken my advice and taken some sort of knife from his pocket and put it in his hand.

O.k. kid, I have to do something to keep you from hurting yourself, Haniel is apparently unwilling to use her wings, or she would be here already, so she is in Vegas traffic.

I look the fair Senator in the eyes and say quietly "....worship me. Prostrate yourself, get over your ego, get down on your knees and worship me." He is shaking but he is still standing, I don't like it. He has touched my Haniel, so he set himself along this path, I am simply it's natural end.

"They think you will be President, one day. Do you think a lot of people get to be President without bowing to me or something like me? James Earl Carter was the last, that fucking Boddhisatva is worth 10 of you."

He is still hanging in there, probably ruined his Calvin Klein's but he is still standing. So let me rephrase.

"ON THE POWER OF WHOSE HOLY NAME DO YOU DARE TO RESIST THE ADVERSARY AND ME, HIS AGENT ON EARTH, WORMFOOD?"

O.K. now he has definitely shat his pants, but again STILL STANDING he doesn't have enough faith, we established that earlier with the cross. "I AM TALKING TO YOU, WORMFOOD, IN WHOM DO YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU DARE TO RESIST ME?!?"

Senator Alarcon, the man who would be king, stuttered "....h...huh...Hannah"

And somehow still he stands

That shouldn't work, the name of the Nazarene I can buy, coming from someone better than him, but Haniel is a small p, power. I am thinking of it, when the door bursts open.

"SECURITY!" The senator sees a potbellied black man, maybe a little old to still be working hotel security. I see something else entirely and now it is my turn to consider darkening my drawers.


"It works because he loves her and that love is holy, and she is holy, third hand holy is still enough to match you demon always will be."

"Now, listen Mike, there is no need for you to get involved in this, the mortal and I were just talking, I haven't harmed him" DAMNIT, is there ANYONE, who doesn't love Haniel.

"Demon, I have a much better idea, instead of proceeding with this. Come away with me, come hear the entire Celestial Chorus singing the name Hezekiel once more, Haniel's voice loudest and proudest among them. You know you want to; this is all just your fucking pride."

Now it is my turn, to against all odds, stand up against a superior Power.

"Say the Godda....say the fucking words", I say, defiant.

"Still would rather rule in hell than serve in heaven, just as true as when you whispered it to John Milton? Except you don't rule in hell, do you?"

"I rule me, that is enough." I speak aloud.

"UNDER WHOSE POWER DO YOU DEFY THE WILL OF THE ARCHANGEL MICHAEL. HEARING NONE I BANISH YOU.

And I am out. My pants remain unsoiled, we take what victories we can have. But I won't be in hell long and Michael won't intervene again. I hope
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I stop by the house to get a few things, Hezek-al-Shaytan is not something they teach you to deal with at the police academy, but I have picked up a few relics in my day, I asked a friend to help, and he gave me reason to believe he will, so Raul should be o.k.

Except nothing is o.k. My beautiful plants are dead, and I hear my dog Satchel, in agony.

"Oh for fucks sake Haniel, heal the dog, it takes a lot less power for you to do it than me. I didn't do it on purpose, it's just what being around me does to a pure-love being like that."

I do heal Satchel, keeping my mind quiet, Zeke is one thing, but you can't let a thing like this have an opening.

"Did you think you were the only one with friends? Or whatever passes for friends in my circle. Zeke wants to see you. I hope you will go willingly, since you seem to have Michael on speed dial for some reason. He would win that fight, but he would know I was there, as would 700,000 Las Vegans plus people in town for the Armbrister fight. More if I really spread my wings. You really do consider this your city, you who have seen Athens and Pompeii, even Atlantis"

My dog is healed but, of course he is afraid. Maybe that is why I decide to go willingly.

"Where are we going?"


"You know, where we are going. Ever been there? Every angel should see it once", Aza smiled and ate some Doritos he found on my counter.