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When is it too late to say sorry

Short story By: chocolategirl46
Fantasy



A short Apocalyptic Ending to the world. Imagine if God and the devil -Diablo were a married couple and the ending of our world was the result of an argument between these two.


Submitted:Dec 13, 2012    Reads: 52    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


When is it too late to say sorry?

'We were happy once? Weren't we?'

Diablo asked herself this question every day. But nothing ever changed. It always came back the same… a burning anger, so bright that it matched his strutting brilliance and that only made her angrier.

It had begun with an argument, one of many. No - the many she had, for he refused to argue, but what was a union without a few bumps along the way. She stretched and walked to one of the many windows in her favourite room. It looked out across a glittering expanse of endless universes, stars winked and she thought of the diamonds around her slim neck. She liked diamonds and had insisted that upon the world they had created - a world called Earth - they should be sprinkled deep within the ground for their children to find.

It pleased her to think of humans as children, and that was how it all began. Her nature ran to the darkest of all things, revenge and spite, greed and in this instance - pride.

She could still remember the day he had turned his back on her, dismissive to the point of being rude. Everyone saw it, the smug lifting of a lip here and there, the flutter of wide eyes and the whispers. Yes! Let's not forget about those whispers. How she hated him. How she hated all those that stood in awe of his brilliant presence. God…. That's what he called himself - God! He was a puffed up bastard and he was dead to her. This she swore, as she left the room.

Time ticked along, but for Diablo, it meant nothing. How could it, she stood apart from this mantle, not a single line marred her face for she never aged. She was beautiful, almost too beautiful. Yet, inside that perfection lay a growing evil, and she nurtured it as he did his beloved Earth. How could he love it more than her - his Diablo?

***

He stood, as he always did looking fondly at the rotating sphere. It hung in a glass jar of darkness. A small bubbling ball of fire hung in one corner, a sun and those winking stars she loved so well, dusted the blackness to form it's own galaxy. Other small spheres formed this separate universe and a moon oscillated this Earth as though it was the most natural of all creations.

"Are you not tired of it yet?" She had snuck up on him, but he still turned and smiled. "Oh that's right - turn the other cheek. Isn't that what you preach to our children. That all wrongs should be forgiven, that all blame would be dissolved. It's disgusting, that's what it is."

His eyes were sad of late when they met hers and the anger, that was roiling inside her heart made her feel sick to look upon him. She turned and walked to yet another window. This view offered nothing but calm. The sea was almost still. The crisp white sand and a bright blue cloudless sky reflected a natural paradise. With a sighing thought, Diablo changed it all. The sky darkened, thick bloated clouds covered a turbulent sea and the crisp white sand changed to a soggy mire of seaweed and gasping fish. She smiled for she knew her actions hurt.

"Diablo, I do not understand the why of your heart."

She turned on him, curling her lip into an exquisite sneer. "You know damned well as to the why of it all. You wanted our children to adore you. To cherish you and if it wasn't enough, you wanted them to OBEY you! You disgust me."

God smiled, benevolent in that saintly gesture he so irking displayed when addressing his wives sharp tongue, "My dear. How can they be trusted to not harm themselves or the world we created for them, if this was not so. How can you disagree with me on this matter? Can't you see that it would be irresponsible to allow free will?"

Diablo made a snorting sound. She wanted to hurt him, to create such an injury that not even the luxury of time would heal her wounding. "I don't know what you have against free will. It separates the weak from the living. It motivates and offers the kind of freedom you could never understand. With all, your holy thee and thou crap. Your preaching is tireless and it bores me to tears. I can't take it any more. No, I won't take it anymore."

She folded her arms across a perfect set of breasts, shaking her head and the diamonds that nestled in dark red hair only added to her striking presence.

God calmly crossed to the window and glanced at the angry weather outside of the pane and in that instance, the tempest became the paradise it was before.

"Diablo. I hear them in their homes, at work and in play. Their minds are in turmoil with what to do next. Already this Earth turns and the years pass while we argue. And in that time corruption seeds contempt and revenge, nature bends back upon itself and free will, as you so fondly put it, cripples our wonderful children. How can you not see this?"

"I don't need your permission to give our children gifts and free will is mine. You're not exclusive God - you never were." The words were meant to hurt but again, he looked at her with those sad eyes and she fought not to vomit onto his white robes and bare feet. "Forever the martyr."

"Forever the doomsayer." This was the closest he had come to an insult

"Bravo." She clapped, soft jeweled hands furthered the rooms tension, "at last a little spirit. I had been sure that free will in you of any kind was dead. That you loved yourself so much, that in your mind you worshipped yourself like you wish our children should do."

"Enough!" God was becoming irritated by the conversation. "This is getting us nowhere. You push and push Diablo. Stretching that tongue of yours till it becomes a lashing whip. You have us bickering like our poor children. Because of your deception, our world won't last."

Diablo stood very close to the glass jar. It seemed such a small thing to her but from the inside and upon the Earth itself, as far as we where concerned, we were alone.

God's children toiled under the sky - watching each season pass and the years as they ticked on by. We lived and slept, we went to war and made love and through Diablo's touch, we wanted more, always more. Her gift had an insatiable taint, pushing humankind to the brink of no return.

Smiling she ran a finely sculptured finger across the glass surface. "I agree, we can't go on, so let's agree to disagree and get on with finding a solution."

Two glasses appeared on a tall pedestal, its marble surface pleased even Diablo, for she liked the finer things. God picked up a sculptured cup and handed it to his wife, who with a knowing smile took the glass.

"What do you suggest dear." Shall we divide our children, so that mine, who I will make blessed with obedience in the image of me, live amongst your half - who you have gifted with free will. If fear it won't work out."

"Oh no! I have a far better way of dealing with this once and for all." She sipped the cool white wine, licking her red full lips, as she made ready to spring the trap. "Let's as you say divide our children into two groups. You may do with yours as you see fit. A sorry lot, for they will live on their knees in prayer no doubt. Whipping each other into a frenzy of worship and whining about how unfair life is for them in a world where their betters live a life worthy of being called human. It is obvious dear God! Lord of saintly preaching. I wonder if you ever get tired of the God botherers you have created.

My solution husband is this. For a thousand of their years we will let them live together and upon the ending of those thousand years, let us see which of our children are left. One of us no doubt will end up smiling. I'm sure."

God didn't often look puzzled, it was an expression quite alien to the majesty of his features. She could tell he was thinking on her plan, looking for the error of her ways in it. She hated him all over again - bloody hypocrite. Eventually God raised his eyes, unclasped his praying hands and smiled, satisfied that those children of his who were obedient to his will, would raise themselves above the ragtag lot that Diablo had tainted with her blackened heart.

"So let it be done Diablo - my wife." He lifted a hand, palm flat onto the glass jar. Several stars exploded and a comet raced off across the galaxy. "I will see you soon my dear and we will finally end this constant bickering."

Diablo left him with his boring views and martyrdom smugness. Oh yes! They will certainly see. Her laugh was as clear as a freshwater stream, but the meaning behind it was cold as the snow she looked upon as she passed yet another one of their many windows.

***

Mankind took ownership of the Earth, farming the ground to feed its many people, mining its belly to satisfy their lust for shining rocks. Established towns that turned into cities, they paved and then concreted roads, lacing with world with tracks of heat. Shit and fucked themselves stupid and remained ignorant through it all. Designed and constructed buildings and to some, Gods children -they erected churches. The good prayed and populated, breeding rules and morals into their followers. While Diablo's children abandoned all rules and sought to please themselves. Immersing themselves in the art of self-gain, and the building of empires, as men and women sought to secure a little more of everything.

Years passed by, decades rolled on and soon centuries took the form of man's history. Corruption spread across the Earth like wet rot and soon large pockets of mankind fell to the hopeless of starvation, disease, violence and poverty. The few ruled the many and God fell to despair. The weather grew as angry as Diablo and pollution as black as her heart began to tip the balance of Earth's once healthy sphere.

He could only watch and wait for that thousand years to end. Where as Diablo one that fateful day entered the room with a sway and a swish of soft silk, stepping up to stand by God with a smug, satisfied look on her perfect face.

"It has ended my husband. The thousand years are over and it is time for us to see who will rule this Earth you so love."

God already knew the answer. He could hear the billions of thoughts from his children inside the jar. There was so much crying and screaming, so much so that the prayers from his followers were lost in the wailing of dark hopelessness.

"I concede Diablo - you are a most wicked creature, full of spite and malevolence. I can see that it pleases you to find me at a loss. Is there no pity in you?"

Diablo laughed, this time not the tickling of water but the full onslaught of a gusty wind. She clapped her hands and this time, thunder pealed up high in the air above. "You have no idea husband. They are mine to do with, as I will now. You have lost and cannot in anyway hinder my actions with this Earth, beloved of your heart. It has become your ruin, for you sought to insert martyrdom upon its people and the collar of such a suit has proven too stiff."

God looked on - speechless in the face of such fury.

"You turned your back on me God. You shamed me in front of the others. You dared to shame me for who I am."

He remained quiet, head down and hands clasped in that annoying praying way of his. Her anger threatened to choke the air from her lungs.

"Even now you have nothing to say. Even now, you stand here, so self-righteous in your sainthood. It makes me sick to look up you and my fury: this black heart of mine needs to be sated. So dear husband, the wounding of my pride must be made right and there is only one thing I know that will satisfy this need."

She stepped up to the glass jar, smiled and spoke a word. It was of course, unnecessary to speak it out loud, but she wanted him to hear it - "Burn".

"NO!" God cried this word and tears even fell as the sun in the corner of the jar flared. His sphere caught and began to burn. It didn't take long - in a blink of an eye, the Earth was no more.

"Husband, now I am satisfied. Apology accepted."





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