“Ah shoot!” Jaethra sat up and yawned.
Why do Cherubim have to take everything so seriously?
Pergolia burst into the room. “Quickly to your post! We must defend the heavenly realm from our brethren.” He thrust his glowing sword high into the air as if he were somehow excited to fight against his friends.
Jaethra stretched his wings out and gave a half yawn. “Yeah, I heard. I’ll come down when I’m ready.”
Pergolia, Jaethra’s overly-perky roommate, smiled and raced from the room. Jaethra shook his head and slowly stood.
Except that I will never be ready to fight my friends. Even though I can’t kill an immortal, I have no intention of slicing them up. Besides, Lucifer’s deluded morons are outnumbered two to one. It’s not like I am even needed. So where can I hide…?
Before the thought had fully entered his consciousness, he already knew the answer. He would go enjoy the fruits of his labor. Jaethra had put great effort into terraforming the Pacific Islands on Earth. That was before God had spoiled the planet by plopping a couple of humans on it. To make matters worse, God actually gave the humans authority over the planet.
It’s easy to understand why Lucifer was so upset, but, what-in-the-universe was he thinking to defy The Creator. What an idiot! Whatever, I’m just going to make myself scarce.
Jaethra folded his wings in tightly and crept down the dormitory corridor. He knew if he tried to escape Heaven now, then both armies would notice. He’d just have to find somewhere to hide out for a while.
He climbed a majestic tower to watch the grotesque battle. Both sides raced in to combat with frenzied abandon. Body parts tumbled to the planet. Like lizards, their arms and wings would eventually regrow, but the whole fight seemed absurd and pointless. If Lucifer would just surrender then they could get back to the proper order of things. Swords pulsed and thrashed. Angelic bodies cried in agony as they were ripped to shreds.
Jaethra suddenly got an inspiration. He could fly under the battle, and then pretend to fall to earth as if he were wounded. Then he could hide amongst the humans, free from the obligations of war. He would find respect and honor amongst the pitiable humans. In time, perhaps they would worship him as a god.