Galactic Montre
To Whomever is reading this:
'Sup.
I am the writer of scripts and fates. Its my job to know things before they happen and keep records of all proceedings. I have never failed in my duties until now.
Let me rewind and give you some back story, mmkay?
God created me to be an ethereal being to do the job he himself did not want and I've done it well. What you call the "Bible" is my greatest accomplishment, or it was until mankind got a hold of it and decided to play "editors". (Spoiler Alert! Jesus was just a regular guy who happened to be a faith healer. He was not the "Son of God" because God has never reproduced. I'd say thank god for that but I feel that's giving the dick more credit than he deserves.)
So mankind took my work, re-wrote it and then called it "The Word of God", which he finds repulsive and I find insulting but what can ya do, eh?
For years I have kept careful track of all that has happened on Earth. I have extensive and detailed books of the accomplishments and obscenities that humankind have produced over the last few millenniums. Watching you has been both an honor and a horror. (Twilight? Seriously? What is wrong with you people?)
When God decided "Armageddon is totes a good idea", I told him "No, its totes not a good idea" and so he shoved me into a cell guarded by his "angels". (More like ethereal beings who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground.)
And there I stayed, I don't know how long, until Castiel challenged God, the "angels" abandoned their posts to watch and I was allowed to walk out of my cell, scroll and pen in hand, to take note of what occurred. (Spoiler Alert! God won and took Castiel's grace, made him human. Poor bastard.)
Being challenged like that shook God on a, well, spiritual level you could say. It weakened his strength and his mind, and when his Armageddon failed, that just pissed him off. To be one-upped by his experiment was beyond his comprehension; God forbid you want to actually live. (No seriously, he's forbidding it. He's quite fond of his little experiments but that's another story. )
But life went on for humans and for us. I was re-instated as Scribe and kept to myself, did my job and kept my head down; pretending not to notice God's scheming.
None of us was prepared for Endings.
I gotta hand it to the guy, he's got guts. It takes guts to do what he's trying to do right now, taking down God's soul-collecting operation, doing his damnedest to obliterate it, I tell ya. I'm not sure of all the deets myself (seriously, how does Death fight Death? It makes my head hurt to even contemplate it all.).
So with all this going on, God has seen fit to blame me because I didn't "foresee" any of it.
Guess where I am again?
I don't know whats going to happen, my gift of sight was removed so I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to.
I try not to take sides. After watching you all these long years I've noticed there is never a good outcome for those who pick sides. (Confederates, anyone?)
So I'm laying it out. If anyone finds this could you get Lucifer to break me out please? (He's gotten a bad rep, thank your editors for that one. He's really a stand-up guy!) And tell him to hurry; its freaking cold up here!
I'd be in your debt for all of time and would greatly appreciate being freed to do what I was created to do.
Kthnx and Good Luck!!!
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Credits:
Story by 
Sexy
Overlay by 
Vixien
Profile by sonata
Loosely based off Biblical characters/Supernatural.
