Haven peered at Lucifer skeptically, unable to believe in any of the words he was saying. His eyes narrowed at the harsh statements coming from the alleged Guardian Angel, cheeks and ears flushed red out of anger.
“One, I’m not that fuckin’ bad, you’re just a dick,” he moved around the run-down home he lived in, stepping over a rotting floorboard and kicking wooden pieces of the roof out of his way. “Two, there’s no such thing as angels, and if there were such a thing as a God or a higher power, why the hell is this the life he gave to me?”
He had only known Haven a short time, but already the other was annoying to Lucifer. Perhaps he hadn’t regained his cheerful disposition after being King of Hell. But God wasn’t talking. He was fucking cackling like a madman about this decision; but he wasn’t talking.
Lucifer stood and kicked the wall, and as he did, the house put itself to rights. Fresh paint, rot fading away to fresh wood, the house came back to life.
“God has infinite dimensions that they must protect at one time. An infinite number of inhabitants. Your problems probably seemed small to them until now. Besides, only future legends get guardians such as I.”
Lucifer looked down his nose at Haven.
“So, why are you going to be a legend?”