You are born with the ability to see whether people listen more often to the angel or the devil on their shoulder, based on the opacity of each- if they listen more to the angel, it’s more solid and the demon is more transparent, and vice versa. You recently met a guy online and you’re finally going to meet. You go in for a handshake and glance at his shoulders, but you can’t see the angel. Only a solid demon.
Run. That’s my first thought and it keeps playing in my head over and over again. Run!
“You OK?” asks the man before me.
I realize I’ve been standing frozen, probably looking spooked. “Yes,” I fake what I hope is a convincing smile. I look back at his right shoulder, there’s nothing there, then to his left shoulder where a solid colored devil rests.
As he turns to our table I glance over the restaurant to make sure my powers are still working. There’s a woman one table away with a transparent devil and a translucent angel, she listens to the angel more. The woman across from her has a devil that’s translucent, she listens to it a little more than she should.
I’ve had this power my whole life, to see which side one listens to, but never before have I seen a completely solid devil, never before have I seen the angel completely gone…
Run!
Turning back to him I seen he’s pulled my chair out for me, watching me expectantly.
I could run now but what if he follows? Maybe it’s best I don’t tip him off, assuming I haven’t already, and sneak out while he’s not looking.
“Thank you,” I sit down.
He sits across from me and looks down, pulling on his long sleeves. “Order whatever you want,” he mumbles, “don’t pay attention to the price.”
“Oh, OK thank you.” I can barely pay attention to the menu. I glance over the restaurant, planning an escape route from the restroom.
“It was at 5:50,” he says, picking right up from where our last conversation online left off.
“I watched that video a dozen times and couldn’t see it.”
As we talk he seems just like the shy sweet boy I met online but then I glance at the devil on his shoulder and remember to be scared.
I’m looking at his shoulder so often that he glances back to see what I’m looking at. Worried about it I glance down and gape; on his arm a cut peeks out from under his sleeve.
He sees me seeing it and panics, pulling his sleeves down.
My gaze falls to the table and we sit there in silence.
This whole time I’ve been avoiding the people with the more solid devils because they listen to them more, I never questioned what the devils were saying. His devil isn’t telling him to hurt me, it’s telling him to hurt himself, that he’s worthless and doesn’t deserve me; and me acting scared of him isn’t helping.
“Don’t listen,” slips out before I’ve finished getting my thoughts together. I take in a long breath and speak slowly. “Don’t listen to the voice that tells you you’re useless, that you’ll never make a difference… You’ve made a huge difference to me.”
I risk looking up and see him teary eyed. “Thank you,” he whispers, and beside his head a barely visible angel fades back into existence.
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Everyone knows Zeus’ schtick, coming down to earth and generally trying to get laid, but that was thousands of years ago, there hasn’t been a sighting of Zeus. Things have changed and gods aren’t as well known, barely seen as real gods any more in the face of more prominent religions and other forms of gods. You’re not really all that well read up on gods in any way shape or form either, so why the hell do you feel like your blind date is Zeus in human form?
His eyes were what first made me think that he was something… more than human. His eyes were a stormy grey, seemingly endless. I could have stared at them for hours, trying to explore just how deep they went. In fact, when I first saw him, I became entranced by those eyes, and I swore that just before he grinned and held out his hand, I saw a flash of lightning.
But then he grinned, and stuck out a hand. I shook myself away from the trance that his eyes put me in, and smiled back. He gestured towards a table near the back of the sophisticated restaurant, and gently guided me into my seat, like a perfect gentleman.
The second thing I noticed that didn’t seem quite human was his voice. It rumbled like thunder, and even though his voice spoke at a normal level of volume, it seemed like he was forcing himself to whisper, for fear of deafening me. When he laughed, I swore I could hear echos, but he quickly stopped every time.
The conversation came easily to us, which was surprising, considering every other blind date I had ever been on usually ended up with long stretches of awkward silence. It almost seemed like we were meant to be together.
The third thing I realized was that his hands, and his skin, seemed to be more ethereal than mine. His hands were long, slender, yet impossibly strong and secure around my own. His skin seemed to faintly glow, a golden shimmer just barely seeming to surround his olive-toned face.
When we finished our meal, he took my hand again and guided me politely out of the restaurant. He paid, and I was unable to see his signature on the check before he was grinning again, almost dancing with me out of the restaurant.
The fourth piece of evidence was when I started to think, in the very back of my mind, that my date for the evening could possibly be Zeus, the ancient Greek god of the sky and thunder.
The fourth thing was when we encountered somebody he knew when we were walking to a nearby park, near his apartment. The person stopped him in the street, his clothing dark and official-looking, with a single, gentle pink rose pinned to his lapel. He fixed my date with a stare after glancing at me, and my date dropped his easy grin, the one he had been wearing almost all evening, and stared directly back at the stranger.
The first thing I noticed about the stranger were his eyes. They were dark, and I couldn’t quite place their color, as the night was slowly darkening. But they were dark, and seemed endless and cold.
The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and in that moment, I felt incredibly small, and incredibly weak. I tried to watch them as they stared at each other, seemingly speaking without talking, yet some great force seemed to overpower me. I looked away, and then my date was gently holding my hands once more, looking back at the stranger, who was staring after us.
The clouds started to build in the sky above us, but I didn’t notice.
We made it to the park, and he spun me in circles, laughing, his voice mimicking the thunder that would occasionally rumble overhead. When we were both dizzy, we collapsed into the grass, his grey suit rumpled and covered in blades of grass. As the first few drops of rain started to fall, he gave me my fifth clue as to who he was.
His kiss was electric, sparks flying in my head and my heart as he pressed his lips to mine. As I fell deeper into it, lightning crashed and thunder roared, but I didn’t care. We kissed in the rain, and he laughed, gently, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
When we finally made it to his apartment, soaking wet but still laughing, I didn’t look around, too focused on him.
My seventh clue was when he vanished.
I woke up alone, and in my own bed, his eyes still reflected in my mind.
My eighth clue was when I could barely move without feeling excruciating pain over my body.
My ninth clue was when a glowing figure descended into my room, burning so brightly I couldn’t bear to look at it directly.
My tenth clue was when I was killed by Hera, queen of the gods, and the wife of Zeus, the god who I had slept with last night.
My eleventh was when I woke up again, and found myself glittering with a faint golden aura, as my date stood tall before me, grinning and offering his hand, his eyes deep and endless, and as he gently set me in the stars.
With nothing but a broken mp3 player, 18¢, a “fun-sized” bag of M&Ms, and a wallet full of gift cards that may or may not be expired, describe how you saved humanity from extinction.
You put your earphones on while making your way to the highest building of the town. You knew you would find him here. You raised your head: black clouds were already forming in the sky, lightning flashing here and there, thunder making the ground shake occasionally.
In your ears, your broken mp3 player was playing the same song over and over. You had never been able to repair the damn thing – at least you liked the song. You couldn’t increase or lower the volume, so you could still hear the thunder as well as the people screaming and running around you, the sirens roaring in the distance, the howl of the wind; but all still quite faint under the music.
You sighed, ran your free hand into your hair (the other was holding your ‘fun-sized’ bag of M&Ms). Humanity was going to end soon.
You reached the building. The doors had been torn apart, surely in one of his access of rage, and you slipped in easily, walking carefully through the destroyed halls up to the elevators.
“He better not have wrecked them too,” you grumbled. That building was high as fuck. You didn’t want to take the stairs.
After two fails and a lot of cursing, you finally found a functioning elevator, which took you to the rooftop. You palmed the pockets of your jeans during the ride, pinched your lips. You thought you had taken your phone, but no, that was your gift-card wallet. Most of those which may or may not be expired. You had absolutely no idea, because you tended to forget you had gift-cards way too easily.
That was a shame, there were some interesting stuff in there. You promised yourself to use them if humanity wasn’t extinct tonight.
At last, the rooftop. You stepped out of the elevator, yelping a little when the strength of the wind nearly knocked you off your feet. Recovering your balance after a bit of struggle, you squinted your eyes and caught sight of him at the edge of the roof. In front of him, the entire city lay, completely at his mercy, covered already by the dark clouds he had summoned, which would unleash their rage when he would be done charging energy. And it would just be the beginning – nothing compared to what was expecting humanity the second after the storm would have started his work of destruction.
You didn’t know what he had planned after the storm. He liked surprises. You kinda betted on a flood, but you weren’t too sure.
The wind made each step complicated, and it took you five minutes to reach him, despite doing your best. You were a little scared to be thrown off the roof, but hey, you weren’t going to crawl up to him either.
You gently tapped on his shoulder.
“Hey.”
He turned around slowly, having already noticed your presence (and he had done nothing to help you? Asshole), and looked at you with those eyes you had never gotten used to: old, so very old, filled with ancient power gathered throughout millenaries, haunted and tired and pulling you in like a void.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
You dug into your pocket, swore a few times while searching, then proudly handed him your 18¢. He took them with a raise of eyebrow.
“I owed you 18¢ for that coffee the other day, remember?” you smiled enthusiastically. “I didn’t have enough coins. You gave me some.”
“It’s only 18¢.”
“I always pay my debts. How dare you underestimate me.”
Finally, he cracked up a smile. “You say ‘the other day’, but that might be a bit more than that. It was three years ago. The first day we met.”
“Yeah, took me a while to get exactly 18¢. Damn, I use coins a lot.”
He laughed, the millenaries-old eyes taking a slightly fond light, then turned back to the city and his work of destruction. You stepped beside him, handed him an earpiece. By habit, he took it absent-mindedly and put it on, watching the dark sky with a certain nostalgia while listening to the song that had been playing over and over on that damn broken mp3 player.
“You have M&Ms,” he then said.
“I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed them sooner, for a god. It should be a must, you know. M&Ms noticing skills. The world would be a better place.”
He snickered. “The world… it can’t be worse anyway.”
“Ah, yeah. That’s what this-” – you designated the brooding sky – “-is about.”
“The world is rotten. You know it too. Humanity is broken.”
His shoulders slumped, his composed mask falling down. You reached out to him, held his hand. He held back tightly.
“I’ve been here for millenniums. I’ve tried to help them for so long. But humans… have always been too broken, from the start. Genocides, wars, murders, stealing, rapes, poverty, corruption, cruelty, erasure, intolerance, extremism, oppression, discrimination, atrocities, ruins, tears, blood, pain…” He didn’t finish, because the list would be endless. You didn’t look at him, but you knew his eyes were filled with sorrow, and his voice was raspy. “I’ve seen it all. It was there from the start. It has never stopped. Has even been worse, sometimes. There would be so much to do, to fix the world as it is now.”
“Yeah.” There was really nothing else you could say. “I know.”
“Humanity cannot be saved.”
“I know.”
“That’s why I have to destroy it. If there is no humanity… there are no humans to cause harm.”
“True.”
There was a long silence, during which you both listened to the music on repeat, holding each other’s hand, looking at the city which was soon going to be reduced to nothing.
“But it’s not right,” you declared. “Humans cause harm, and others get hurt. Are you going to also destroy those who deserve to live a better life? Those who have been hurt? Those who suffer? Those who haven’t even gotten the chance to know good things? Wouldn’t it be unfair?”
“Yes,” he replied sadly. “But it would be for the greater good. Humans… humans are just hopeless.”
“I’m also human.”
You turned your head towards him. He was looking at you, expression bitter.
“You’re different.”
“No, I’m not. I grew up in this world too. I am not the worst human, but not the best either.”
“You’re not rotten,” he hissed, maybe a bit too aggressive.
You didn’t back off. “If humanity is born rotten, then yes, I am.”
You confronted his ancient stare with the same quiet and patient determination which had carried your steps here. In the end, he sighed, and averted his eyes while letting go of your hand.
“Yes,” he said tiredly, “you are.”
You smiled, opened the bag of M&Ms, put it between you two. He took one.
“But if everyone was like you, it would make things easier.”
“Come on. I’m already giving you troubles. It would be a mess. Everyone would forget their gift-cards.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you found more.”
You beamed, and took out your gift-card wallet out of your pocket, opening it to show him what you had. He glanced at it, and ate another M&Ms to hide his little smile. It seemed to you the wind was weaker, now.
“There are always more,” you winked.
“I bet most of them are expired.”
“But not all.”
You grinned happily, while he shook his head; but he wasn’t even bothering to hide his smile, now, though it was a somehow sad one.
“Humanity is like a wallet full of gift-cards which may or may not be expired,” you said. “Most of them are probably useless by now, but some of them are not. And just for those, you keep the entire wallet.”
“… you’re too positive.”
You saw the distress in his eyes, the despair, the ages-old tiredness – and it all made you want to take him in your arms and never let him go. But you didn’t.
Not yet.
“It’s like 18¢: it’s almost nothing, but it’s still something, and it still has some worth. It’s like a fun-sized M&Ms bag: small, and there will be some you don’t like, and some you do, and it gives you a smile. It’s like a broken mp3 player: damaged, but still working somehow. Broken, but not beyond repair.”
The first tear rolled down his cheek. You followed it with your eyes, followed how it traced the line of his jaw before being taken away by the wind. He turned his face away. You didn’t lose your smile.
“Your infamous bad metaphors,” he croaked out.
“Those are comparisons. And they are good.”
He shook his head lightly, not to lose the earpiece, then turned back to you, unable to stop weeping.
“And what if I don’t destroy this world? What then? What happens tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, one more person will be able to smile. One more person will be able to take a step towards healing. One more person will be able to be happy, and make other people happy. One more person will have the courage to accept themselves. One more person will accept others for what they are. One more person will live beautiful things. One more person will learn their lesson and become a better person. One more person will be kind.”
You couldn’t help the enthusiasm in your voice. There were many things he could answer, but he didn’t – maybe because he already knew it would be useless, against you.
“Those people make me so happy. Them, and all the others who make me believe in this world no matter how rotten it might be. They’re giving me courage.” You looked at the city in front of you, made a wide arm gesture towards it. “Look! There are so many people here, and some of them have struggled so hard to get up this morning, but they did it, and they’re still doing their best to find happiness! Don’t you feel proud? Also–”
You didn’t finish.
He wrapped his arms around you, buried his face in the crook of his neck, and cried, shattered and exhausted, while the wind around you slowly calmed down.
You leaned your cheek against the top of his head, held his arm.
“I want to go home,” he whispered. “Your home. Where it’s safe.”
“Sure. Let’s look up which of those gift-cards we can still use online tonight, ‘kay? My treat. You get whatever you want. And I still have some M&Ms at home, don’t worry. We’ll also be able to listen to something else than that song. Well, if you want. I mean, it’s a good song. I like it.”
He laughed between two sobs, holding you even tighter. He didn’t answer. It sounded like he couldn’t, like he was crying too much to formulate words for now.
It started raining; but the sky had cleared, and the wind was a breeze, and the thunder and lightning had faded away with his will to end the world. You welcomed the rain happily.
“It’s okay,” you said. It really was. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I’ll be there. You’re making me so proud too.”
“How can you have… so much faith?” he asked, voice strangled.
You smiled.
“People can surprise you in a good way, if you give them the chance.”
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