God is a Slut Ch. 06

Tears were now forming in my own eyes. Nothing meant anything, the things I valued were all a lie, and God was a suicidal manic-depressant with a serious sex addiction.

But...could I judge her like that? If you never really die, can you be suicidal? If time means nothing to you, can you even be judged by psychological standards? Isn't every problem the human mind has, inevitably linked to the knowledge of death? Of an end you hope will not really be the end, but deep down, you know it is? But it's not the end. I know it, but all those billions of people up there, living everyday with the shadow of death hovering over them, they don't know it's not the end. They're killing each other, stealing from each other, ruining everything in a vain attempt to collect the best possible life they can in the limited time they have, all because they don't know it's not the end.

"Why don't you tell them?" I asked God, "Why do you keep yourself hidden from the living, save for a select few?"

"Because of life, Rachel." God said, this time smiling between her tears, "Because nothing in the afterlife is sweeter than life itself. Sometimes, I wipe my brain, and live a full human life. I reach heights I could never imagine, and lows that break me to pieces. Life means nothing without the end. Humanity strives to be great because everyone is desperately trying to squeeze every ounce of life from their existence. I could never deny my children such a gift."

"But it all means nothing," I whispered, "it all ends the same."

"Nothing is everything, Rachel," God replied, stepping toward me, "didn't you hear me before? If there is no nothing, then there is no something. A painting is only beautiful if light clashes with dark. The absence of nothing, is nothing, Rachel. You need nothing, to have something."

"I'm not high enough for this," I said, feeling the world spin as I stepped back, "I think I'm gonna..."

LUCIFER

"Congratulations, God, you mind-fucked Rachel." I said as we looked at the woman I loved lying in the hospital bed.

"I totally did," God laughed, "it was definitely too much for her to handle."

"This is the second time in two days we almost killed her soul." I frowned, "We should wipe her memory and send her back to earth."

"How could I do that to you?" God asked me, "When you've finally found someone after all eternity?"

"It's not like she's going anywhere." I said, "She'll grow old and die in seventy years or so, and then she'll be back here."

"Mmmm," God hummed, "she'll probably be up there; remember how Rachel was when she first came down here."

"I'll just throw some temptation in her life," I smiled at God, "a lesbian nun, a hot coke-dealer, the usual shit. She comes down here, you give her back her memories, and..."

"...she resents both of us for eternity," God said, "I'm sorry, Lucy, but I think I really fucked this up. I'm not a great wingman."

"Don't beat yourself up over it." I sighed, "We still have each other. I was hoping to make it a trio though."

"She was so hot as a hermaphrodite," God said, her eyes gleaming as she remembered the abuse she took, "I thought she might've stayed in that form; she loved it."

"She was going to be the mistress of the demons in that cell." I laughed, "What a crazy bitch."

"She would've had the entire A.S.U. class of 2022 as her slaves if she had her way." God laughed, "With her brother as her concubine."

"Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be." I frowned, "Just wipe her clean, and send her on her way."

"You sure?" God asked.

"Yeah," I replied, biting back tears, "let her go."

"I think," Rachel's voice said to us as her eyes peered open, "I should get a say in all of this."

"Sorry Babe, but you've seen too much. Just stare at this flashy thing, and everything will be alright." I chuckled.

"Was that a Men in Black reference?" Rachel smiled painfully as she sat up, "Do you still listen to Nirvana and have a dial-up connection?"

"Cultural references get lost on me." I smiled down at her, "That's what happens when you live forever. One second Beethoven's doing blow off his piano, the next, Michael Jackson is singing at a children's birthday party."

"I bet you're about ready to get out of here." God said to Rachel, "You want to go home?"

"How can I?" Rachel asked, "After everything, how can I not finish what I started?"

"It doesn't mean anything." God said, "It's like you said, Rachel."

"You're right, it means nothing," Rachel smiled, "but nothing is everything, isn't it?"

"Are you being a smartass?" God smirked, "Because that'll get you a one-way ticket to hell."

"Perfect," Rachel said, and then leveled her gaze at me, "I have a date there."