Gabriel was more relaxed than he had been in aeons. He had not lost his patience for at least three days. He was a new Archangel.
Saint Peter had mentioned this to saint Paul who inturn had mentioned it to the big man himself.
Michael and Azriel were happily going about their work of watching the errant humans. Azriel was relieved not to have had Satan whispering in his ear all the time.
“Where is Satan” saint Peter asked the big man. The big man smiled and winked. ….
Down on earth in the middle of nowhere in particular there was strange new vibes at a stone ring. The word new is not often associated with stone rings.
What was going on saint Paul asked of the big man. The big man touched his nose and smiled. They both looked at Gabriel who was relaxed, calm and happily oiling his sword.
It is all simply explained. Four days ago Gabriel had gone into total melt down. Saint Peter had found him running naked through Heaven’s gates. He had asked the demented archangel what was wrong. One word was the shrieked reply. “SATAN”
Saint Peter had reported this latest event to the big man who had immediately visited Satan and frog marched him out of Hell.
They had arrived at the stone ring. The big man smiled and apologised to the old stones for any inconvenience he might be causing them. He explained that this new devil shaped stone would be joining them for a year.
The oldest stone asked what will happen to Hell while he is away. The big man assured them that Hell could wait, it’s timeless.
So peace reined in heaven, while a crotchety Satan did his best to cause trouble with the old stones, who totally ignored him.
This is part of Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto.
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Another great installment ❤️
Thank you Sis 💜
This stone is certainly making its presence felt across the prompt this week 😉
Yes indeed it is 💜
This Stone makes sense! 😍
Thank you, but how do you mean , the stone makes sense 😊
The old stones have been there for centuries, observing all. The stones ignore Satan despite his shenanigans, trying to get their attention. The stones ignore Satan. That makes sense! 🙂
Yes that was my feelings as well , thank you for clarifying 💜
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Good for the old stones!
Yes they can play deaf if they choose 💜🤭
I just hope no one stumbles across the old stones and decides to move them! Great imagination.
Satan is such a pain that if he got out too soon all Hell would be let loose !
Thank you Sue 💜
I think I *can* see that stone working itself into giving a middle finger! Loved this take.
Yes he is well pissed! 🤭😜
A swell creative story Willow. Oh, that wicked Satan.
He is an absolute nightmare! 💜
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
Thank you so much for the reblog 💜
I like it. What a good use for a stone.
I am not sure the other stones in that circle would agree 🤭
Totally clever take. Well written as well.
Thank you Violet from you , the storyteller, ❤ I take that is music to my ears . I often write about Satan’s torment of Gabriel . This little story is the first time The Big Man gave Satan some pay back! ❤
Thank you Sue 💜