The Chronicles of some God, chapter 2.

I’ve done what I could do

Not to think of you,

But there’s nothing left in front of me

There’s nowhere else to go.

NO!

My kisses on your cherry lips

The tender swaying of your hips

just don’t seem to disappear,

but now you’re out of here…

Nothing left to live for,

but dying’s such a waste,

Standing here in your room,

and wondering

wondering

wondering

WHO THE FUCK IS ANNA?
What is it that she’s got…

»Oh, I admit. It does sound corny now that I’m sober,« admits Flow as his friends try hard not to burst out laughing after hearing the first few riffs of a song he wrote »but when I wrote it, it gave me this feeling…«

»Of being a complete fag? «, his friend Drag quickly remarks.

»Not, that’s not what I had in mind…bah. Never mind. Another song just waiting to be scrapped…«
Without a thought, he presses the delete key on his PC, sending the pathetic emo recording into oblivion.

Unheeded by everyone apart from Flow’s dog, another debate rages just over the heads of our characters. And since the two stalwart debaters aren’t visible to the human eye, nobody notices the strange way they float in the air even though they don’t have to flap their wings, not to mention the wings by themselves.

“I found it quite good, to be honest, even though the guitar kinda sucked,” Aziroth the angel comments upon the musical misery he’d just overheard.

“You forgot to mention the drums” remarks Snyde the demon, “and the lyrics… and the melody as such. Even the title was horrible!”

“It might have been a bit on the sorry side, I admit it,” lamely finishes Aziroth, knowing he couldn’t beat his counterpart this time. The boy really had no feeling for music.

Four relatively uneventful days had passed since God had resigned from his post, but both the fallen and the good angel knew that it was a matter of days, if not even hours, before the Divine plan started kicking in, finding a substitute for His Omnipresence. And all the divine as well as the diabolical pointers indicated that this Flow guy, as he wanted to be called (but never was), was to take the Throne of Heaven, so it was only considered appropriate to send in a few of the “undercover guys” to keep track of and evaluate the poor soon-to-be Divine Being.

So far, there were no indicators of Godly power to be seen (apart from the occasional zit or bad hair day disappearing), so the forces of Good and Evil were starting to feel uneasy about the whole affair while doubt started permeating the very essence of their existence. What if this really was IT? The end of everything extraordinary, the beginning of the mundane trudging through a world filled with pollution and corruption?

Thankfully, neither those Up There nor those Down There really believed that God would do something as cruel to them and to the poor primates, no matter how many apples they ate.