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" ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil" -Genisis 3:5
Onlooker, eyes maddening watching their every move, they know what you have done- Over their shoulder, Samuel, you watch back, they are but a ghost, an opaque vision, brought upon maybe by drugs, illness or last night's escapades, you foul creature, you will pay the price now. Yet they do not move, neither of them, Samuel's bright golden eyes swallowed up by the black abyss that are Zagzagel's, but the blonde angel does not stare back. Samuel is crouched on the mat, head over their shoulder even though their sight has never been dictated by their eyes, their bare feet stick to the plastic beneath them, the dam thing has barely been rolled out the whole way. Gabriel on the other hand is spread lengthways beneath theirs, maybe asleep, maybe not, this doesn't mean they are not hungry though, Samuel could also be of need, wanted or not. The three of them are lined horizontally with eachother, heads to the path behind them, like matches in a box. Their thumb toys with their bottom lip. Dejected by the ghost behind them, they are deflated by the simple task ahead of them. They are not the only one, at least not the only one distracted, Pluto paces dizzyingly behind them, around the generator so they don't get lost, again and again and again and again, the ratty green rabit under his right arm, gun under her left. Humans will forever remain as much as a mystery to Samuel as literally everything else in this world, had a day's worth of walking not tired them out enough? Pluto may have more stamina than others due to her size but that shouldn't make a lot of difference. It cannot even be argued to be part of his routine, she did not do this yesterday, they cock their head at them as they stare, like the animal they are, perhaps it is guilt, after all this time, maybe Pluto the fucking human is finally feeling some guilt. Monsters. You feel yourself beyond your forms, looking to the ground, eyeing the generator but not feeling it's warmth, Zagzagel is still behind you, how could it have ever come to this? How could they ever find themself in a field hundreds of miles from their only home with two killer heretics, three- Gabriel may not yet feel any guilt but that is only because they feel nothing except hunger right now, Zagzagel had never been like them, so scared, so wild - yet another reason they should feel guilty, killing one of the only and strongest members of their own kind, Samuel could've been their for both of them, but that would never happen now.
" Then why didn't it happen back then? Why did I starve even then?"
You lift your head, so human of you, a learned behaviour like all of Samuel's traits, Gabriel is sat up behind you, their body enveloped by the "sleeping bag" , perhaps their naked body is even colder than usual, they are nothing if not stubborn, even Samuel gave up that nudist practice when they joined Zagzagel, you know what could fix that-
"Why?, I asked you a question Samuel" they looked at them, no they "glare"? Whatever it is, it is a strong look, their brows down to their eyes, is their mouth moving or have they given that up?
"I don't remember broadcasting my thoughts"
"Yeah, 'coz, they just spill out your head like your brains, you basically leak thoughts..." they slur
"And you don't like my thoughts?"
"No, you're a dick, if Zagzagel wanted to lift up the world’s Nephilim then they certainly would've, don't kid yourself into thinking I just wasn't good enough"
"Everyone is good enough but you're not everyone, you're a traitor"
"For the record half the words you have ever thought sounds like they came out the cult brochure Zagzagel never even made. I thought we were moving past this, what changed?"
" We're responsible for a death whether you like it or not Gabriel" you are swallowed by the black of abyss of Zagzagel's " It doesn't matter whether you liked then or not, whether you thought they deserved it or not"
" Cult shit cult shit cult shit! You're such a joke! Come on! Seriously? If you really believed that then why did you say all that shit before?? Us killing Zagzagel doesn't mean we have to act like they saved the whole world"
On your feet, you run, not fast, because you are pathetic, not well because you do not deserve to, not productively because you are a re- thump- It takes a few moments for Samuel to realise that they are on the ground, another to realise that they are spread haphazardly across Pluto's torso until they finally realise they are being shouted at, from someone, maybe everyone. You loved Zagzagel. One time- your mind supplies, your eyes were lit up with blue light from the CRT, the lines that danced across it, danced across your eyes to, that was the small room, you chose to go there, but only once, at the start, you told Zagzagel to put you there when you were sad, it was your choice and it always will be, you were always sad and when you weren't you were happy. So easy. So nice. In the past, humans used to have something called parents, two primary figures, usually the ones who made them, that would look after them, tell then what to do, Samuel wishes they could go back to that.
Zagzagel is gone.
No one behind, nor in front, no one in your arms and you not in theirs.
People do not hold you, they are scared, of you, the alien.
Their body is on the floor, scared, in motion
" I told you not to provoke them like that again"
" I didn't provoke them! They're delusional I just told them as much"
" Wow and you said they were a joke"
"Fuck off! I'm too tired for this bullshit..."
"Tired? Gabriel you're high"
" Am not! I can't get high I'm an angel"
" Well it's the after effects of whatever the fuck you two did last night, something that I'd very much like to know about"
" It's personal-"
"No- when you guys have sex that's personal, when all our bags are suddenly lighter and you look scared shitless, that's when it's my business"
" No! I- I can't tell you"
"Why?"
"It's angel stuff! you- you wouldn't understand!"
" You're infuriating, and I'm not above shooting you"
"You're crass and a bitch, this could've been good, we could've saved the fucking world or something-"
" What the actual fuck did you guys do Gabriel!? What the hell makes you say something like that!?"
Gun to head, metal to skin, world to world, thing on thing
" Zagzagel's body!!!! We. Ate. It.!"
"Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die" Genisis 3:3